A Talking Horse in Wuthering Heights

Tomorrow, August 9, is the national book lovers day and Go Banking Rates is convinced that reading saves you money:

Read a Classic
Texts typically enter the public domain 70 years after the author’s death. This means that many classic texts, from “Jane Eyre” to Shakespeare’s plays, fall in the public domain and can be freely shared and copied. Many sites are making it their mission to make it easier for readers to access texts in the public domain. The Public Domain Review and Project Gutenberg, which even has user-recorded audio versions of books, are two of these websites. (Elyssa Kirkham)

Michael Henderson has a couple of summer reads recommendations for you in The Telegraph:

And, should you come across the novels of Robert Edric, dive in. The Yorkshireman has been writing books for nearly 30 years, and they are very fine indeed, despite the kind of acclaim that attends others eluding him. Don’t be put off by his low public profile. Start with his last novel, Sanctuary, which sees the Brontë household through the eyes of the wayward brother. Then work backwards. Book for book, he is the most readable of modern English writers.

Charlotte Brontë and the Birmingham City football team have something in common according to the Birmingham Mail:

“Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.”
Charlotte Brontë, Villette
Not known for her analysis of flat back fours, playing in the hole or switching the point of attack, Victorian author Charlottle Brontë summed up what it is to be a Birmingham City fan two decades before the club sprang into life. (Brian Dick)

The Kansas City Star on errors:

As children, we’re encouraged not to make much of our errors and experimentations. No one will remember your mistakes but you, they say. As adults, we know that’s rubbish. I still laugh about an old classmate who was certain Hareton Earnshaw in “Wuthering Heights” was a talking horse. (Liz Cook)

Financial Times exaggerates a bit when it says about the Wallfish Bistro in Bristol:

The bistro, in a quiet, mews-like street in Clifton, is not as unassuming as it first looks. The previous owner was Keith Floyd, so the place, at least to a certain kind of hard-partying bon viveur, has the same kind of significance as the Brontës’ Haworth. The route to the basement bathroom passes just the kind of wine cellar-cum-grotto where you can imagine Floyd reclining after a night of excess. (Tim Hayward)

Let's Get Lost in Words vlogs about Jane Eyre.