As a work of entertainment literature, this book is dry, boring, slow, and not worth reading. All of the characters are hateful, and unrealistic. Now, I'm not going to lie to you, it has many interesting philisophical concepts. Some of which are love, the supernatural, and human nature, however, the book was so uninteresting, and depressing, I would have rather read it out of a textbook. Bottom line - Hopefully I'm just a shallow uncultured reader, and you will find much more enjoyment in it than me.

OK, it's still one of the best editions available (the 3rd edition, I mean), especially if you don't need non-dialectal notes (there are almost none). A very useful selection of early critical reviews, an intelligent anthology of Emily's verse (and that's very important), and a good selection of good, modern critical essays. Who may want more? I, for one, want notes.

As far as the text itself is concerned, it WAS a rather good edition that looks very much as if one takes the second, Charlotte's 1850 "improved" edition and drops it into a 1847 paragraphing and -to a certain extent- punctuation mould. It's not at all -as one reviewer says- Emily's words, but these with almost one third of the Charlotte's and other improvements, as is clearly stated in the Textual Commentary by Sale Jr. So far, this is not a big problem in itself, although we get 'door' instead of 'floor' at the beginning of Chapter 2.

Fourth edition comes with an improved anthology of reviews and of Emily's poetry, and much improved notes (although still on the scarce side). The text -claims let aside- is the same of the 3rd ed (eclectic, as scholars say), but the Textual Commentary has by now disappeared, and that's a pity. Perhaps it doesn't matter that much, but it isn't -as wrongly stated- the 1847 text.

Wuthering Heights baffles me. It's the most curious novel in 19th Century Literature, and the only novel I read each year regardless. I just bought this edition, for Emily Jane's words, unedited by her sister and others. It also contains some poems from Gondal, some diary entries, and a few criticisms, which are always lacking in my opinion. I learned nothing new from them, but the text is beautiful and worth the money, and the edition of her poems and how they play into Emily Jane's Gondal world offer a few new insights. I often think this novel is part fairy tale, part dream, part nightmare, part history. But it defies definition. Like Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake, it creates confusion and muddle for the scholar. The amazing sum of its mystery is that Emily Jane Bronte wrote it at all, this lonely, isolated, and ill woman from the moors of England. Read it. Think about it. Wuthering Heights is truly a mystical experience. If only the author had lived to write another complete novel, we might really understand her mythologies. I'll keep reading till I do.

The Professor goes on the road, and so naturally, Danny, Irene and Joe tinker with his latest creation. When they discover some of its capabilites (like creating thunderstorms in the kitchen) they think they have a new weapon in their ongoing battles with Eddie "Snitcher" Phillips.