a breakup letter for Calculus

Dear Calculus,

First of all, thank you for letting your AP exam being not as difficult as I thought it would be. I know that isn't exactly the best thing to say, considering that I'm now trying to break up with you, but thanks anyway. I did study up on what you might throw at me (since you frequently had problems during the relationship, I thought you'd probably bring them up again when this ended), which helped, but still. You still had to bring up particle functions, didn't you?

But enough of the past; I must address our plans for our future. Calculus, it HAS been nice knowing you, but I fear I must move on. If you let me do well enough this morning to let me get a 4 or a 5, that means that today is goodbye. My sincerest apologies, but I can't say I'll miss you too much. Admit it, Calc - you and the rest of your math friends have a lot of problems, and you expect everyone else to solve them. Can't you grow up and solve them yourselves?

Of course, if I become a business major, then we will be having frequent lunch dates and long nights where you give me more trouble than I think you are worth. I may avoid becoming a business major for that very reason. After all, I found your limits; you know you found mine when I did not go to sleep until half past midnight several nights in a row. You know you were at the bottom of that.

But, then again, I might change in college, in the two years before we might have to reunite. You might change, too. After all, I spent a good part of this year with you trying to figure out the rate at which your many girlfriends (often named X, Y, and T, and sometimes R) changed, and trying to figure out how they were before they changed, and what they became after they changed. Maybe YOU (or even U) are the reason that they seemed to alter so much - maybe you were trying to get into the nitty gritty of them at their most derivative that they chose to break up with you.

Either way, count me among your lost loves for now. If we meet again, I hope that you will have matured enough to provide some sort of function in future endeavors, as I attempted to provide some help for your current problems.

I can't say I'll miss you. If I become a business major, I hope that we will be able to have a very professional relationship, and not let our mutual irritation (my irritation of your constant need to get to everyone's limits, and your irritation that I sometimes neglect you and refuse to go to the limit with you; I'm sorry, girls don't work that way) get in the way of working professionally together. By that point, I hope you'll have moved on from X, Y, T, and R. They aren't worth thinking about too much, and it hurts relationships if you moon over the old ones. Don't think about U too much, either; he's the sort of guy nobody likes for long. After all, he's a part of you, whether you know it or not.

Until we meet again,

Knitter

college-bound and farewell?

Well, as you can guess from previous posts about college applications and how it's stressful, and how I've decided on a college, I'll be concluding my senior year in June. (part of the reason that this is the first time I've posted all month is because I have my first AP exam tomorrow and I've actually been studying, because I suck at calculus).

That being said, I really don't know what the future of this blog will be. I'd like to continue it, but seeing as my posting frequency has slowed down considerably (and shows no signs of speeding up again), I don't know how possible that'll be with college life. I may start a new blog for Knitter In College, but I might keep this one and just change the banner of it to say "Someone who tries to survive school".

Either way, I want to keep blogging.

If I do keep up with this blog, please don't expect the post frequency that I maintained when I was a freshman. I no longer have that much time to do whatever I want (well, I do, but I don't use it for doing whatever I want to - grades actually matter now, so I kind of have to focus on that), and you probably don't want to hear any more ranty tangents out of me anymore.

So if I keep up this blog, I'm probably going to post with less frequency (but will probably write longer posts), and the content will be different. I don't know what the content change will shift to, but it's probably going to go away from "THIS IS MY LIFE! READ ABOUT IT!"

So, in short, I don't know what will happen. I might stay; I might leave. If I stay... well, it'll be easy to tell. I'll still be posting every month, even if it's only once or twice. I'll probably say something and then vanish into the abyss for another fifteen or twenty days until I decide I'll post again.

If I depart, I'll probably do a farewell post, probably in June and closer to graduation (and probably after all my AP exams are over). I'll miss this blog if I go, but I probably won't delete it. It's almost like a diary - if you go back to the backlog, it's like seeing yourself as a freshman in high school all over again, at least for me. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Whatever I decide, I'll keep you updated. I might just start a new blog for just knitting or just writing, and keep tangents for this blog. I might convert this blog just writing or just knitting and do tangents somewhere else.

But you WILL be updated - ye few who read this blog.

Anyhow, that's what I have for today.

Shakespeare! (and writing)

Well, I have nothing to do.

Well, technically I do. I could be doing Earth-Space homework. I could be working on my prom dress (I finished the front of it this morning! SIKE!). I could be doing calculus. But I'm choosing to blog instead, because I can. Also, because I'm thoroughly incapable of getting a significant amount of calculus done in half an hour, which is all the time that I have before lunch. I'll get to it later, now that I probably don't have a film shoot later today.

This morning, during one of my other free blocks, I decided to look up some Shakespearean settings. Why?

Remember my NaNoWriMo novel last year, the one about the girl who was named Romeo and all the characters were named after Shakespearean people and stuff?

I'm working on building up that world, and because of that, I decided I needed a map of Mercanova, the country where it's set. And, following in the whole everything-except-the-country-and-the-novel's-title-is-derived-from-Shakespeare vein, I decided to name all the cities, rivers, seas, forests, towns, and mountain ranges after Shakespearean locations (which are also real locations, technically, but whatever).

So, for example, the capital city is Verona, the main setting of "Romeo and Juliet" (since my MC is Romeo, I felt obliged). Puck goes to Mantua as part of his back-story, when he is unofficially banished from his faerie tribe (as Romeo Montague was). There's Wizard Island, where banished wizards are sent (Prospero and kind of Belarius), which is in the middle of a sea that I forget the name of that forms the Eastern border. Romeo, Demetrius, and Puck meet Belarius/ Morgan in the Forest of Arden, from "As You Like It." The castle name is Elsinore (and the King and Queen are Hamlet and Ophelia). The Roma Mountains form the Western border (derived from Rome, where a good third of Shakespearean shows are set); the Athenian Forest ("Midsummer") is to the south. There are a scattering of other cities and towns as well, but I don't remember the names of all of them. Several of the rivers have names as well, but I don't feel like pulling out my notebook and recalling what they are. I'll figure that out later.

Unfortunately, Shakespeare did not have a location that might have been labeled "here be dragons," so I just wrote "here be dragons" until I can figure out something more apt.

So that's what's happening right now.

Huzzah!

Also, remember my NaNoWriMo novel two years ago? The one based off of a video game and had a knight and stuff?

I just picked that up to start writing it again.

Huzzah!

Right. I must be off. I have stuff to attend to. Like writing.

And world-building.

And homework.

And knitting a prom dress.

Posting! Again!

Well, this is kind of boring.  I only had two classes today, and I have already done most of my homework.

I cannot do all of it, because the government textbook apparently vanished from the library before Spring Break, and it has not shown up yet.  And I do not really feel like reading "The Crucible."

I cannot leave, because I am helping with a film shoot during the last block of the day (which I have free and during which our directors have film).

But I HAVE done my calculus homework, which is awesome, because I actually remembered what I was supposed to be doing for it.  YAY!

And I did read ONE act of "The Crucible."  I just do not feel like reading the last act, even though it is really short.

Also, I forgot my knitting today, which is kind of disappointing, because I would be more willing to read for homework if I was knitting and reading at the same time, because I am weird like that.  Also, because that is how I am going to try to avoid being a broke college student in the fall - by selling hand-knit stuff.

I just have to build up a stock of bags and stuff, since summer is nigh and nobody wants to buy a hat in the middle of the summer.  Unless they are moving to Scandinavia or going on a scientific mission to Antarctica or climbing Mount Everest (in which case they will probably buy fifty-dollar synthetic-fleece hats because they are less likely to absorb water and get really annoying than a knit hat would).

Anyhow, if you know me, and you want to buy something, I can custom-knit hats, scarves, bags, and gloves; I am working on developing patterns for vests and prom dresses.  Soooooo let me know.  Yeah.  I do NOT shy away from the ridiculous types of patterns, like those hats with ears on them and stuff.  If you give me an image of something and ask that it be knit onto a hat or something, I will probably be able to figure out an intarsia for it.

Yes, I am that weird.

Anyhow, I should be going.  "The Crucible," even though I had to read it last year for English as well, awaits me.  Even though I don't really feel like reading it.

Farewell.

knitting, wool, and legality

Well, it's my birthday. HUZZAH! Since I'm now a legal adult, I can legally do whatever I bloody well want. HUZZAH!

Well, except drinking. But I haven't done that yet anyway, so whatever.

And rent cars. But that doesn't really matter, since I don't exactly have a full license yet.

And a lot more stuff that I probably have not heard.


But I can join the army (which, I must admit, isn't very appealing), smoke (which isn't appealing either, since the Creed of Singers, Actors, Semi-Athletes, and People Who Don't Want To Die of Lung Cancer forbids it), and vote (which is probably the only thing I'm now legally allowed to do that I'll probably wind up doing).

So far, for my birthday I have gotten a book (which is really good), and some writing, and a bracelet, and "Downton Abbey" (WOOHOO!), and a Super Mario poster, and the foreshadowing of a head cold. I may also be getting Indiana Jones; I'm not entirely sure. And by "Indiana Jones," I mean the original trilogy, which I've been meaning to watch for the last year and a half, but have been prevented by the lack of availability on Netflix and Amazon Instant whenever I had the time to watch any of them.

During Senior Project,s I'm probably going to wind up watching and/ or reading of the stuff that my stuff is derived from, meaning that I'll be reading Lord of the Rings (and maybe watching the movies) when I knit the Legolas tunic, and watching Star Wars when I knit the Jedi tunic, and knitting and watching Indiana Jones and knitting and watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Yeah. For that, I am excited.

Speaking of Senior Projects, I finally got about half of the wool I'm going to need for it. Two of my models (Indiana Jones and Lord of the Rings) will probably want to shoot me, because their things are going to be entirely wool (it's NICE wool, though, and the Indiana Jones one is hand-dyed), but whatever. I'll deal with that when I come to it.

And also talk to them at lunch today.

I still have a trip to take to Micheal's for the synthetic fibers for some of the smaller stuff (and for the bigger stuff for Pirates of the Caribbean and Star Wars), and then I will be fully prepared to take on the challenge that is my senior project. Huzzah!

Well, I have to go now.

I will be posting writing... sometime. But for now, I have to go to class and sing. And stuff.

acting and stuff

Guess what I did today?

Cried on camera.

Without expecting it.

And without doing horribly.

In an improvised thing for a class, because I had to.


See, my drama class is shooting a film noir movie, and to help us build up to the actual shooting (developing character and stuff), our teacher is having us do this thing where we go into her office (either alone or with someone our character would normally talk to) and she would film us talking (either to her, if we were alone like I was, or with the other person). My character had some issues with the person who died (we were sisters), and so when I was talking about said issues, I just started crying. Because that's what my character decided she would do.

So I did.

And my teacher wasn't mad; she was actually really happy that I had finally gotten to the point where I could cry and make it look and feel normal, because I was just feeling it. After all, most people don't intend to cry, but they do. I wasn't intending or expecting to cry when I went in and started the thing. But I did. Go figure.

Apparently, not a lot of people in the class would let themselves get to the point where they would cry, on camera or off, in character or not.

But yeah. I did it.

I think it was easier because I was alone (instead of with someone else) and could actually talk about the issues that I wasn't allowed to talk about with anyone else, because that's the way the movie works (everyone has their own experiences, and there was a confidential bit in the info email that we got telling us what our specific, forbidden-from-informing-anyone-else-about experiences were).

In all, it was actually really fun.

Really.

Crying on camera - or crying at all, for that matter - is not usually fun for me, but afterwards, I just felt kind of liberated. I think it was, again, because there was nobody else around and I (or my character, whatever) was able to get the stuff off my chest (or my character's chest) that I was not allowed to talk about normally (or would not let myself talk about normally). My character doesn't really have any friends, you see. She's kind of a loner. Well, she has a few friends, but none of them are in the movie.

Nashville and Stuff!

We got back from Nashville yesterday at around 5:00 in the morning. My mom and I promptly went home and slept. I was asleep for five hours and had a very strange dream that I could fly and do a lot of weird stuff. It was weird.

Anyway, the epic thing that happened on the trip was I met someone who is (going to be) famous. She's not famous yet (I don't think so, anyway), but she's GOING TO BE, because she's AWESOME. Her name is Mallary Hope, and she is a REALLY good country singer. We saw her perform at the Grand Ole Opry, and I really liked this one song she did called "Black Widow Spider". You should look it up when the album comes out.

But the REAL epic thing that happened was that we saw her come down a side aisle a while after she went on, and I would've gotten a photo with her if my camera had decided to actually take the photo (but it didn't want to take the photo, so the photo doesn't exist). Then most of the rest of our people noticed her, and... yeah.

Anyway, aside from singing renegade at the Grand Ole Opry, and seeing the Grand Ole Opry, and going to Dollywood (which was okay, I guess; it would have been better if it had not been raining all day and my shoes had not been soaking wet by the end of it), and doing some workshops with college professors at Vanderbilt, and seeing the "Parthenon" (or the replica of it, anyway) and touring the Country Music Hall of Fame, and touring Studio B (the Studio of a Thousand Hits, which has, indeed, had a thousand songs go to the Top Ten or Number One, I do not remember which, and has recorded over forty-five thousand songs total), and seeing the Ryman Auditorium, and doing some other cool stuff (not necessarily in that order), we did not really do much.

Except for get bored sometimes and sleep.

Yes, I DID just summarize basically everything that happened on the entire trip in a single (albeit long) paragraph, in case you were wondering about that.

I will go into detail about the trip at another time.  I cannot do it right now because I have to go to class in ten minutes and I do not want to be late because I have to turn something in.


Oh, yeah.  Another random thing that happened that is worthy of being noted: we had a lot of bus trouble on this trip.

Well, not 'we,' the senior bus, but 'we,' the music department.

What do I mean by this?

Well, we, the seniors, had to share with some freshmen and eighth graders on the way to Dollywood and on the way to dinner the day before, because first the battery on the freshman/ eighth grade bus died, and then its wheel popped the next day on the way to Dollywood.  And then that same day, the junior bus wound up in a hole.  No, I do NOT know how that happened, and I am not sure that I want to find out about it.

Also, the senior bus was the best, because there were not many people on it, so you could get a set of two seats to yourself.  It was rather awesome.

And I actually SLEPT on the bus!  I did not sleep WELL, nor did I sleep very MUCH, but I got some SLEEP, and it was AWESOME.  I am pretty sure that has never happened before.  True, on the way back I did not sleep as well as I did on the way down, because there were movies playing LOUDLY and prevented sleep from being possible.

Anyhow, I have to go now.

Farewell.

Music Trip!

Well, tonight, about a third of the school is going on a bus to depart for Nashville, where we will make music, sleep on a bus, and (probably) hear more country music than any of us wants to hear ever again.

I'm kind of excited, to be honest. I mean, there was this annoying thing about the rooming this year (I signed up with one friend, but since nobody else signed up in our room, we got split up. I don't mind; my new roommates are reasonably cool, as are my friend's roommates, so it could be a lot worse). I know some of my friends aren't very excited, but I am. See, epic stuff seems to happen on the music trips, simply because it is the music trip.


A recap:

Year One (Atlanta): I found out I passed my black belt test. And the Aquarium was REALLY cool. And we went to the Coca-Cola factory, where I had to give up my Lenten Sacrifice (no soda) in order to participate in the international tasting room. It was worth it.

Year Two (Philadelphia): We went on a Ghost Tour of Philadelphia, which was REALLY cool. I also ate too much of food that had expired and threw up for the first time in a few years. But I got a really good book called Stupid History.

Year Three (Disney World): It was Disney. Need I say more? Also, we sang Vivaldi's "Gloria" (sans the solo bits), which is epic just on its own (if you have never heard it, look it up, even though it's like half an hour long).


I predict that the most epic thing that can happen is that we meet Dolly Parton at Dollywood (she's scheduled to be there the day we are). However, since I'm not a huge country music fan (I'm middling; I don't hate it all, but it's not all I listen to), I may not be able to appreciate it as much as some other people I know. But who knows? Something epic and totally unrelated to Dolly Parton could happen. (I don't know what that might be, since it hasn't happened yet, but whatever).

It's going to be AWESOME. And if it's not, I'm going to be very disappointed, because it's my last year on the music trip. I DEMAND AWESOME!


As a side note, on the topic of Awesome:

I had to do a group poem project thing with a few friends on Monday. Our poem was one by Tolkien: "All that glitters is not gold." When I was doing a bit of research for a biographical perspective, I found out that Tolkien was inspired to write the Misty Mountains when he went trekking, starting in... wait for it... INTERLAKEN, SWITZERLAND.
That was about an hour away from where we were staying in Adelboden. We visited one day.

So, my wondering why Lord of the Rings was not filmed in Switzerland?
Totally justified.
Just saying.

The Awesome Stuff You Learn At School

Okay, I admit I was kind of creeping on some of the physics kids outside at lunch today.  Why?  Oh, for the simple reason that they are using whips for their physics fair project, and they were learning how to use them today.  One of our teachers was showing them how, because she used to work at a Renaissance Festival.

I got a lesson on how to do it.  And it was awesome.

Okay, my technique was rather off at first, so I kind of whipped my hair (not back and forth) in the back, but whatever.  I eventually got the hang of it, which felt really cool.

Apparently, the whip is less of a muscle weapon and more of a movement sort of weapon. With things like swords, you have to put some grunt behind an overhand if you want to do any real damage (and if you want to move the sword at all, in some cases), but with whips, you just have to get your arm movement right, and then people with very little arm muscle can knock someone over from six or eight feet away.  And trip them up.  And stuff.

Apparently, tripping people up is really easy because the whip is designed to wrap around stuff it gets flung at.  Our teacher demonstrated (gently) on one of the people there.  Even though the impulse in her arm was very light, and she was using an eight-foot whip, and it still went around the kid's legs a few times.  If he had been running from her, he probably would have been tripped up and done a faceplant.

Anyhow, that cracking that occurs when a whip is at its full extent is a breaking of the sound barrier because the thin, whippy end of the whip is moving so fast.

Anyhow, it felt REALLY cool to learn how to use a whip.  Definitely writing that into something one of these days.

And I'm probably ready to just quit school and become Indiana Jones.

If that were legal.

stuff and stuff

Well, guess what I did today?

Today, I wrote a paper.

That's about it.

Also, I waited for half an hour for my government teacher to show up.  Turns out he has not been around all day, and we, the class, only found out about it after half an hour of waiting for him, when someone called another history teacher and asked him where our government teacher was.

And that's about it.

Well, I also sang some, and did some stuff about the Great Banks Cod Fishing Collapse, and studied some integrals and stuff.

But that's it.  Yeah.  Really boring, I know.

I think that is partially why I have not been posting as much as I used to - I am really busy, and the stuff that makes me busy is just standard high school stuff, unworthy of reporting across the wide Internet.  That, or I just plain do not have the time anymore.  And big stuff has not really happened.


Oh, yeah, I forgot to post here.  I got rejected from theatre school.  It sucks, I know, but I know I am not brilliant, and theatre is ridiculously competitive, especially for girls.

But whatever.  Moving on.


You know what would be a really cool job?  Choreographing stage fights.  You get to fight, except not beat anyone up for real, but still feel awesome, and make people look really badass.  And it is a very valid excuse to stay really active.  Doing martial arts.  And fencing.  And stuff.


I just did a google search for fight choreographers, and wound up discovering that Pirates of the Caribbean may or may not be becoming a musical.  Which is rather ridiculous, just saying.  WHY ARE THEY TURNING PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN INTO A MUSICAL?  It is rather unjustified, just saying.  It would probably be really hard to pull of an epic PIRATE MOVIE on a STAGE.  It will probably suck, but I will probably wind up going to see it anyway, if it comes to my area and does not close in previews.

Still.

A musical out of "Pirates of the Caribbean"?  WHY?

Harry Potter v Twilight

So, I just found this post online that's completely bull**** about how Twilight's better than Harry Potter and how Harry Potter sucks. Well, no offense to any twi-hards out there, but I don't think that's very true. (the article can be found here).
to refute that, I'm making a list of my own.

WHY HARRY POTTER IS AWESOME:

1. It has a plot. A good plot. It follows the Hero's Journey, in fact. I think. The point is, they have a quest, and they are on it. And they go forth and conquer.
2. It has reasonable character development. The main trio had the chance to surprise you, as did most of the supporting cast. Like Neville.
3. No character is totally perfect. If someone is beautiful, they have a messed up home life (like Draco). If they're really nice or smart, they're probably not attractive (like Hermione).
4. There are themes - friendship, bravery, doing what's right even when you're heartbroken. That's something I didn't really learn from Twilight.
5. It actually has humor. And good villains. (and by 'good villains,' I mean 'villains that are developed, have motives, and who I want to punch in the face at times.' Unlike the Volturi, who were a threat in theory and not in reality.)
6. I nearly cried when Dobby died. Though I did feel kind of depressed when Bella threw herself off a cliff, I think it might have partially been because she didn't die.
7. Dumbledore. Not much more needs to be said. He's brilliant. And who says elderly gay dudes are creeps? I know no creepy gay dudes. I know no creepy gay people, period.

WHY TWILIGHT ISN'T BRILLIANT:
1. Bella doesn't act; she reacts. The one time she acted she did it for love (to stop Edward from going out in the sun and bugging the Volturi), which is noble and all, but it was sort of like... why? Jacob made her happy. Why couldn't Edward have come back and had there been tension while she had feelings for both of them.
2. Edward. Ew. Sure, he's hot, but he's... I dunno. Sketchy? Creepy? Obsessive? He watches her in her sleep, for crying out loud. Sure, I mean I guess that's romantic, but I wouldn't want a boyfriend doing that. I might not be able to sleep if that happened.
3. The Volturi were cool, but they didn't pose much of a threat. I mean, they didn't really DO anything. They didn't really pose any threat, and they didn't have any annoying rules that Bella had to get around until the end of the fourth one. Which brings me to my next point.
4. The end of the fourth book. Ew. It could have redeemed a good chunk of the series with its epic battle and the desperation to make sure everyone good came out alive, and probably could have had some tragic, tear-inducing deaths. But it didn't. It was just Edward and Ari having a thought-discussion. Bella wasn't even in on it. AND THEY HAD AMASSED A FREAKING ARMY. WHY DIDN'T THEY DO ANYTHING WITH IT?
5. There could have been some tension with possibly introducing any of Bella's human friends into the supernatural world. One of Bella's human friends could have had an idea and have tried to get in on it and stirred stuff up. Edward even specifically said that Carlisle could barely pass for the age he was claiming to be - why wasn't someone outside of Jacob's community suspicious of it?
6. Most of the characters, with the possible exception of Jacob, are completely flat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione can surprise you. They have depth. Jacob was the only one who actually was pained by any decision he or anyone else ever made.





In short:
HARRY POTTER: Plot, characters, surprises, action, crying.
TWILIGHT: some action, bending of rules of grammar and supernatural beings.

Wuthering Heights

I recall a post that I wrote several years ago around this time (which can be found here). This post stated (in case you decided not to follow the link) that my dad had learned that Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights had been deemed the most romantic book ever, or something to that effect.

Well, I have been assigned to read said book, and, after laboring over it for five hours yesterday (reading 210 pages in the process), I must say, I DO NOT AGREE.

If it were the most romantic book ever, Catherine Senior would not have died and Heathcliff would have been able to chill enough to stop being abusive and win her heart. Also, Linton wouldn't have been so whiny and I'd have been cheering for Hareton and Catherine Junior to get together. (I must admit, I was rather excited when they got together, but there wasn't enough buildup for that, so that's beside the point).

Maybe part of the reason I don't really see the whole romantic side of it is because I read most of it in one day.


At any rate, here are My Two Reasons Why Wuthering Heights Is Not Very Romantic:

1. Heathcliff. Sure, he was sort of cool in the beginning, but he started acting like an idiot towards the end. One could say that it was romantic that he was acting weird because he was seeing the spirit of Catherine Senior, whom he loved dearly, but I dunno. If he loved her so much, why was he so mean to her daughter?

2. Linton. That boy needs to get himself some guts. Also, he needs to get himself some compassion. Really. Catherine Junior helped him through a tough winter by writing to him, and both of them fancied themselves to be in love because of the secret correspondence and their guardians maybe not being cool with that. Sure, it was adorable. But then Catherine Junior's feelings faded slightly, and I think that if she wanted to marry him, she wanted him to propose to her properly, instead of having Heathcliff forcing them into it. As Heathcliff forced her into a union she was unsure about, and wouldn't let her go back to tell her father what was going on or where she'd gone (the dude is DYING, and her only immediate family remaining), AND locked her in a room, of COURSE she'd have a breakdown. And what did Linton do about it? He ranted about how he was more worthy of shedding tears than she was. Sure, that's good in the LONG RUN, but she's freaking UPSET, and he's not doing ANYTHING! How non-romantic is THAT?


Honestly, my favorite character was Hareton. He had the most to be confused and anguished about, and it was nice to see him finally get together with someone cool.

I just wish it wasn't Catherine Junior, because she was a bitch to him for most of the book, and I wish he'd gotten together with someone before chapter 30 of 34, so Catherine could feel torn. Really.