Believe me when I say I really do like this book, but the characters are rather despicable. Hindley is the worst. He almost killed his own son for crying out loud, dropping him from a balcony! I often wonder what is wrong with him. He wasn't his father's favorite, but where did his hatred of Heathcliff really come from? Catherine is also pretty bad. They're all so violent. Despite all of their problems I want to read about the falling in love and whatnot--call me a sap--and I like Nelly. I like how Bronte pulls the reader out of the story and back to the present, even though Heathcliff is very unhappy. Did Catherine die? Or did she leave him? I don't think she would do that.
I'd say my favorite passage so far is on page 72 when Catherine is explaining to her love for Heathcliff versus Edgar to Nelly:
"My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff--he's always, always in my mind--not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself--but as my own being."
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