Wuthering Heights

There comes a time in every liberal arts student's life when they realize, "Balls. I have to read Wuthering Heights to be counted as a fully functioning college grad, don't I?" Apparently that time is this weekend. I bought this copy of Wuthering Farts last summer, and it's been sitting in my room inducing guilt. I didn't mind at first, because it is a very attractive purple color, but at last push came to shove and it's now getting beat up in my tote bag. Serves you right, Bronte.