Wuthering Heights was a pleasant read and remarkably easy to loose yourself in.  The start is a bit slow but the characters and relationships are very intriguing and uniqe and quickly become hard to put down.  I’m not a huge romance fan, but if you throw in enough tragedy, inner conflict, pride, circumstance, and self loathing it makes a very potent romance stew.  I have previously read other books similar in style and scope to this book, but I feel like I have read them backwards.  I’m sure most of them were influenced by the writtings of the Bronte sisters and I probably should have started with them first.  I must confess (with proper literary embarrassment) skimming nearly all dialogue from Joseph.  After the first painful attempts at deciphering the colloquial dialect, I chose for the sake of pace and continuity not to bother.  I read for knowledge and pleasure, and feeling like your mind is stuck in mud while you slogg through his dialogue was neither knowledgeable or pleasureable. Fortunately, he only seemed to have one reaction or response to everything which made skimming easier.  While I probably won’t read this type of book often, it definitely satisfies when you are craving a romance not based on flowers and rainbows.