I have read and re-read Wuthering Heights more than any other book I own. I always find the first three chapters dull but they do form an essential contrast to the lives and loves of the Earnshaws and the Lintons. The stories are told by our narrators, Lockwood and Nelly Dean and populated with memorable, if not always particularly pleasant or likeable characters.
There is so much passion, cruelly, angst, love, betrayal, damnation and ultimately redemption that I find myself suffering from a period of withdrawal every time I finish reading it. Incidentally, it is due to the power and skill of the writer that even though matters of a carnal nature are never directly alluded to at all, the thing just drips with with sex. It's a brooding animal presence throughout.
I am never sure if Heathcliff and Cathy are not simply destined to enjoy their damnation together at the end, redemption being reserved for the living survivors of the revenge of Heathcliff; our rough but enigmatic protagonist. Both tormented and tormentor. I have never seen a film adaptation which truly portrays the story and it characters even adequately. This is a novel that best resides in the imagination and I am sure , for myself at least, this is where it plays out most satisfyingly.
A word about this kindle version: seems to be a good copy with no glaring errors that I have spotted.