On June 24, prolific author Joyce Carol Oates has a new book coming out, and I must say that the cover is dreadful! The title is My Sister, My Love: The Intimate Story of Skyler Rampike (dreadful in and of itself), and, as in her 2001 novel Blonde (about the life of Marilyn Monroe), Oates tries to take on a controversial subject: the death of Jon Benet Ramsey (only she gives the character a new name). I’m honestly surprised by this cover—considering some of the great covers Oates’s books have had in the past, I would have expected something better. But Oates’s name is what sells her books. Here, the little boy on the left looks downright creepy, and his back leg is at a weird angle. Plus, the cut-out “inset” doesn’t really work for me. What say you?
Pages: 315 Original date of publication: 1847 My edition: 1981 (Bantam Classics) Why I decided to read: Re-read; first read summer 2002 How I acquired my copy: Barnes and Noble, summer 2002 I first read this in 2002, when I did an internship in Chicago and went on a classics reading kick that summer, and this book was one of them ( Vanity Fair and Bleak House were two of the “loose baggy monsters” I read that summer). Although I’d read Charlotte’s Jane Eyre several times in school, Wuthering Heights was, for some reason, never on any of the syllabi for any of the classes I took (and English was my major!). Wuthering Heights is a complicated novel, and it probably says a lot about Emily Bronte herself. The novel is melodramatic at times, and it contains two narrators: an old former family servant and a near neighbor, neither of whom is an observant or reliable narrator (at the beginning of the book, Mr. Lockwood thinks that a pile of dead rabbits is a cat). Emily Bronte had a w