"Hmm quaint filth? I think I'll have to just the book for myself, won't I?" Abi settled in to the couch, not worrying about dinner since it would be so easy to finish off. Everything had been planned but was easy and low-impact so that she could spend as much time as possible with Hemingway. She found that, considering how different their worlds were, that they had similar tastes for things. Alcohol, books, art... all of it was pretty damn good when it came recommended from him.
She kept her eyes on his as he sat down next to her. "Heathcliff has become this symbol of forbidden love by my time, so that you go into reading the book with those associations. But my fucking God, he was just a bastard. All of them are." she chuckled and shook her head, "And it's such a dark theme, how one broken connection ends up poisoning so many lives. It really put me off dating for a while after I finished it. So much morbid death imagery," she sipped her drink.
This was fantastic. She loved debating with him, feeling her passions for books and for him rise. "Please, keep going, I could talk about this all night, how they can never escape the legacy Cathy and Heathcliff left behind even decades later."