Keats Poetry and Wuthering Heights

Today must have been one of the best lunch periods of my high school life. :) I sat in the library and read Keats Poetry. How beautiful and breathtaking poetry is. If a man spoke to me like Keats writes his wonderful poetry, he'd have me right at that moment in time. Bronte showed me the Bright Star and I was trying to breathe, but, it was really hard. Never have I had so much desire to move away to the English countryside, living in a little cottage or a nice manor reading Keats Poetry for the rest of my life. I finally feel like I fit in somewhere. My friends make me feel like it's okay to love learning and love reading. I also went to the library in an effort to find a nice book for myself. Bronte and Dani suggested Wuthering Heights. Before I took the liberty of checking the book out, I read the back. "In every cloud, in every tree-filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day, I am surrounded with her image! The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!" Right at that moment, my heart melted and dripped to the library's faded blue carpet. I rather enjoy day dreaming of 1800's romance.