My bestie Tola is reading Wuthering Heights for a university assignment at the moment. It's nice because we're talking about it and it feels like I'm reading it all over again. I used to love Emily Bronte. I keep thinking of sweeping moors and old stone houses, of Nellie Dean and of Cathy and Heathcliff. And I'm of course singing Kate Bush (as if I ever stopped) and thinking it might be time to watch this adaptation, which looks suitably dark and desperate. *Image from one of the many beautiful film stills, and I of course would go with the horse picture.