People say you're either a Wuthering Heights fan or a Jane Eyre fan. Not both. My husband prefers Wuthering Heights, but for me, it's Jane Eyre all the way. I can't help wanting to tell Cathy and Heathcliff to 'pull themselves together.' Harsh I know, but honestly! Don't get me wrong, I like a good love story as much as anyone, but it's all so overwrought.
Jane Eyre, on the other hand, just gets better and better. There's always a danger when you study a favourite book, that you'll analyse it to death and it will lose all its appeal. Not so this time; even the litcrit is interesting - the madwoman in the attic and all that. There's nothing like a touch of Gothic horror for a dark and stormy winter's night.