Well, it's not Waterstones bestselling classic, and some fans of Twilight are (predictably, maybe) complaining it's too miserable. Personally, I'm all for more people reading it, even if only because it's "Bella and Edward's favourite book", but I think it's a shame if they miss out on some of its sophistication... which seems to be happening in a lot of cases. I read something about the Twimom's forum, followed the link, and some of them thought Linton was a positive force.
Overlooked entirely the value Bronte seems to have placed on the functionality and wholesome rawness of the Heights, and the ornate artificiality that does nothing to improve the Grange's occupants, exposing it as hollow ('Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth// Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?' springs to mind). The Heights, with its pots and pans, its raw meat on display, its hunting dogs, its vegetable garden, seems more like an honest, functional heaven than the pretty, but pretty pointless, decadence of the Grange.
But then I have to ask myself if I'm expecting too much from readers who enjoyed something as indulgent and wish-fulfilling as Twilight, that revels in materiality (the cars, the Cullen's wealth, Bella moving from whinging about being poor to having everything.) The first thing I noticed when I was giving it a go - I couldn't get beyond the first fifty pages without resorting to skimming - was that gross materialism.
Perhaps I'm just primed to find gluttony disquieting. The feasting scene in Beloved made me feel physically ill, and I'm evidently biased against the Lintons.
Well, what a tangent.