The blueberry is the sweetest berry...

Gadling has an article on Haworth and the Brontë sisters.

The sisters also prompted literary tourism to Haworth. It started not long after they died and has steadily grown ever since. While everyone comes to Haworth to see the Brontë home and related sights, they also enjoy a beautiful and well-preserved nineteenth century village full of shops and fine restaurants.
Now I have to be honest here and admit that until I went on this trip I had never read a Brontë novel. They were the classics I never got assigned in school and I figured I'd get around to whenever. Before I left for Yorkshire I read Jane Eyre and was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. The rich prose and sedate pacing definitely belong to the nineteenth century, but the smartass, independent female protagonist belongs to the modern world.
Much of Haworth remains as the Brontës knew it. The Brontë Parsonage Museum preserves their home and tells their story. House museums are tricky to do well. Despite being a museum junkie, some historic homes bore me to death. This one, however, gripped my attention. Besides the usual stuff like the desks they wrote at and the sofas they sat on (and Emily may have died on), there are the little details that make it stick in your memory. (Sean McLachlan) (Read the full article)

Note, though, that despite what the article says, the church in Haworth is NOT Patrick Brontë's church. Patrick's church was demolished years after his death and the only think left now standing is the tower.

We are intrigued too by the article saying that, 'but the Brontës had three (and maybe five) literary geniuses in the same family'. We wonder if it's a mistake or if it's on purpose (possibly excluding poor little Elizabeth?)

Also intriguing is the fact that according to The Himalayan Times Emily's and Charlotte's favourite food were berries:

Emily and Charlotte Brontë who wrote Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights were keen on berries. They drank elderberry wine and liked to eat blackberries, gooseberries and elderberries. (Dubby Bhagat)

Erm... they probably liked them alright and some of them are mentioned here and there as far as we can remember but we don't think it's so documented as to be officially considered 'keen' on them. And just in case it's not clear enough the title of this post is a modified version of Emily's poem The Bluebell.

Daily Express reviews the Royal Ballet's production of Onegin at the Royal Opera House stating that,

The bookish Tatiana (Cojocaru dancing, as usual, on air) is immediately intrigued by him in much the same way as Jane Eyre is struck by Mr Rochester or Elizabeth Bennet by Mr Darcy. (Neil Norman)

We don't think Jane Eyre was 'struck' by Mr Rochester in the same way that Elizabeth Bennet was by Mr Darcy (and was Elizabeth Bennet actually struck by him anyway?).

The Namibian also avails itself of a Brontë story (sort of) to describe something else - Big Brother Africa.

Uti and Sheila. Sheila and Uti. Siggggggggh. Seems they can express their feelings for each other to everyone but each other.
They kind of remind me of Heathcliff and Catherine in the Emily Brontë classic Wuthering Heights. Actually more of a TV ad interpretation from the book I once saw while overseas. You see Heathcliff and Catherine running towards each other on the moors, arms outstretched as if to embrace.
“Catherine,” Heathcliff cries out. “Heathcliff,” Catherine cries out … as they both proceed to run past each other. Ouch! (Jean Sutherland)

The Harvard Crimson mentions another sort of Wuthering Heights as well:

Twelve years ago, the Ibrahim family made a trip up to a beautiful town in northern Pakistan. It was the peak of winter, there was snow everywhere, and they were staying in a small and very poorly heated inn reminiscent of Wuthering Heights. Appropriately enough, the enterprising innkeepers had named it “Walnut Heights.” (Nur N. Ibrahim)

The Reading Post on Frisky and Mannish's take on Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights:

The act is unique. Take crowd pleaser Kate Bash as an example, with Frisky singing Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights in the very monotone style of Londoner Kate Nash while Mannish tinkles his keyboard. Seeing is believing. The show is cutting edge, innovative, extravagant, bold and, most of all, hilarious. (Stuart White)

The Brussels Brontë Blog has a very interesting post on their recent Literary weekend in London - with pictures.

Elsewhere on the blogosphere, The Window Seat posts about Shirley and The Four Eyed Book Worm writes about Wide Sargasso Sea. BrodartVibe's Blog reviews April Lindner's Jane and Jenn's Bookshelves is today's stop on the House of Dead Maids blog tour.

Categories: Books, Haworth, Humour, Jane Eyre, Music, Weirdo, Wuthering Heights