The 2026 Wuthering Heights takes bold creative liberties, streamlining Emily Brontë’s story into a passionate, visually stunning dark romance, while the book is a dark, layered gothic epic about generational trauma. In this post I explore why I don’t believe they should be compared and what this ‘adaptation’ means in the world of creativity.
In Cursed Daughters, a family curse supposedly dooms the women of the Falodun family to failed love. But beneath the supernatural premise lies a sharper story about generational trauma, societal pressure, and inherited expectations. A compelling novel that raises fascinating questions about womanhood, family, and the cycles we struggle to break.
Continuing our month of love, I delve into a BookTok sensation. Reading The Love Hypothesis far after the initial hype left me with mixed impressions. While the writing and pacing didn’t always land for me, the humour and emotional beats in the final third were engaging. It’s a light, fun accessible romance that improves as it goes with a satisfying conclusion.
We begin our month of love with a critical look at The People We Meet on Vacation as both novel and film. A movie I watched on a whim, this post is an exploration of why the film feels emotionally lighter than the novel, how major plot changes reshape Poppy and Alex’s relationship, and which version hits home for me.
One year, one hundred posts, and countless lessons later, In Novel company is a permanent fixture in my life. What started as a whim became a commitment, a challenge, and a creative home. This blog has shaped how I read, write, and think — and I’m so excited to share with you how this year of blogging has gone.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Dream Count was a thoughtful yet conflicted reading experience. This review reflects on the beauty and limitations of storytelling, the tension between powerful ideas and nuanced execution, and the joy of sharing books that spark conversation. An Honest and reflective review
The Perfect Marriage promised a sharp, twisty thriller but delivered utter chaos. With atrocious characterisation, implausible plotting, and a laughable investigation, this book unravelled fast. Its only mercy was its short length. An easy, unforgettable choice for my worst read of the year, and one I still regret picking up.
Sweet Heat took me by surprise. What began with managed expectations quickly became a romance that delivered chemistry, emotional depth, and satisfying growth. Bolu Babalola crafts a second-chance love story that feels lived-in, culturally rich, and deeply rewarding, one that earned its place as my favourite romance of the year.
Atmosphere has become my favourite book of the year, lingering in my mind long after I finished it. Joan’s quiet strength, her love for the universe, and the fierce, tender connections she builds left me completely undone. It’s raw, breath-taking, and beautifully crafted, a story of ambition, sacrifice, self-discovery, and love in all its forms.
Sarah Damoff’s moving debut that follows a family through decades of love, loss, and healing. The Bright Years captures life’s highs and lows with raw honesty. Heart-breaking yet hopeful, it left a lasting ache in the best way. Authentic characters, powerful themes, and unforgettable emotion — a standout read of the year.
