Heathcliff knows nothing

Jayne Dowle writes in The Yorkshire Post about her personal treat for the Christmas season. To sit down and read a book:

This year I will turn to the Brontës and Twelfth Night. There are two big literary anniversaries coming up in 2016; in April it will be both 200 years since the birth of Charlotte Brontë, and 400 years since the death of William Shakespeare. In their honour then, I will read the final chapters of Jane Eyre and as much of Twelfth Night as I can manage before someone knocks on the door and informs me that we have run out of cream for the mince pies. 

The Lancashire Evening Post warns:

Gawthorpe Hall itself has been closed since May 2015 for maintenance works, and will remain shut in January.
However, the gardens will open from New Year’s Day from 8am until 7pm for the rest of the month.
The formal gardens include views of the river and rambles through the woodland with various wildlife.
Gawthorpe Hall is the final stop on ‘The Brontë Way’, a long distance route with strong associations with the writings of Charlotte Brontë and the family. (Kay Taylor)

The Independent (Ireland) lists several top TV moments of 2015. Spoiler alert: Including Jon Snow's death in Game of Thrones:

He definitely “knows nothing” now. Game of Thrones has seen – at the last count – some four billion grisly deaths, so why should this one affect us so badly? Because of those soulful eyes, that fabulous hair, the whole “wounded puppy-dog crossed with Heathcliff” thing he had going on. Also, Jon Snow is one of only a handful of GoT characters who are actually, like, nice? And not weird or insane or incestuous or a zombie. But it’s mainly the hair, to be honest. (Darragh McManus)

The New York Post talks about the curious and fascinating case of Chapel Farm/Fair Hill/Chapel Hill in Riverdale at the Bronx:

“It was a labor of love,” says [Sandra] Galuten, a former marketing executive who lived in the Hotel Delmonico at 59th and Park before moving to the Bronx. “I called the place ‘Wuthering Heights’ — or ‘The Money Pit.’ ” (Reed Tucker)

This article on The Albert Lea Tribune ends with a Charlotte Brontë quote.