Wuthering Heights is another book that deserves utter praise for being a novel that I hated simply because of the characters. This book is pretty much the most frustrating book I've ever read. I think I threw it on the ground too many times to recollect. Cathy and Heathcliff - GOD. If they just talked about it in the first place, NONE OF THAT SHIT WOULD HAVE EVER HAPPENED. Cathy was a bitch. Plain as day. I kind of felt sorry for Heathy-baby for a while, but even then, I wanted to slap him across the face as much as I wanted pummel Cathy's. Loved the language. Emily Bronte was definitely my favourite out of the three.