One Literature Nut

Always in search of something that tells a great story.

  • 17th October
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  • 17th October
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  • 17th October
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Every year, I take Wuthering Heights off my shelf and remember. I remember being In Love with the man who gave it to me. I remember everything that happened between us in the years after he gave me the book and before I went away to college. All of that is minor compared to the Heathcliff and Catherine-level—but healthy I swear—love for literature that book unleashed in me.
  • 17th October
    2014
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  • 17th October
    2014
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  • 17th October
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  • 17th October
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  • 17th October
    2014
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