This story is morbid. A somewhat twisted romance. I find it hard to like anything about Catherine Earnshaw, she was a thoughtless and selfish character and I actually thought her quite annoying. I don't understand how Edgar Linton could fall in love with her after seeing some of her strange behaviours. Yet I find the story redeems itself towards the end in the characters of Catherine's daughter Catherine (Cathy) and Hindley's son Hareton, who despite their parentage or upbringing seemed to be the undoing of all their parents wrongs. Heathcliffe is a dark character, he's harsh and cruel and yet in some ways you do feel sorry for him. Yet his oppressiveness and relentless hatred of all things good and nice and his drive to destroy leave you wanting someone to stand up to him and bring him down. The bonding between Cathy and Hareton was the best part of the whole story. Cathy learned to put aside her pride and hautiness and Hareton learned to become less brutish. They were the opposite of Catherine and Heathcliffe's relationship, who only seemed to bring out the worst in eachother. A good read but out of the 3 most well known Bronte sisters books, between The Tenant of wildfell Hall, Jane Eyre, and this story, I would rank this my least favourite of the 3.
