If I were to go back and read a Bronte book, I would read Jane Eyre. For 85% of Wuthering Heights I thought, This is just a book full of miserable people. I can’t sympathize with any of them. I almost stopped listening (it was an audiobook) a few times. But…
- It has a lovely ending.
- It has an interesting narrative structure: The whole story is narrated by Mr Lockwood, who observes very little of the action firsthand, instead hearing most of it from Nelly (the story within a story) who hears key parts of it from other minor characters (the story within a story within a story!).
- The best of the characters love to read. How can I not sympathize, at least a little bit?