I just read this book in senior English, and I can’t wait to read it again. It is fantastic. Everything about it is flawless. Technically it is right on. It is one of the most organized stories I have ever read. Bronte perfectly divides the story into two parts for the seperate generations and the family tree is very semitrical.
When Catherine said that her and Heathcliff were the same, it wasn’t just a pasing piece of dialogue to fill up space. Everything in the novel reinforces that point. If you look closely you will see that there are many well placed similarities between their lives. At the end when Heathcliff dies and order in restored to Wuthering Heights, it is truely because Heathcliff is no longer there. His son died. His plans failed.
All that is left is his bones and memories. The couple that unite the Heights in harmony are not relatives of Heathcliff. Chapter 15 of the novel is the most emotional in all British literature. Non technically, this novel is beautiful in every way. The passion is real. The love is real. I came away scared at the end of the book, but at the same time longing for my own Heathcliff.