So a few weeks ago I started reading "Wuthering Heights" which has been dubbed "the greatest novel of all time" by someone who apparently knows about these things. Obviously, no one asked me. Let me tell you: for it to take me 2 weeks to read 1 book is really saying something.
The bottom line: Don't bother with this one; don't even worry with the movie.
It is not the terse language or difficult dialect that I struggled so much with, but the characters themselves have no redeeming qualities to speak of! I cannot say 1 nice thing about Miss Cathy or her beloved Heathcliff or any of their amazingly dysfunctional families.
Ms. Emily Bronte, on the other hand, was apparently living vicariously through this novel. The daughter of a preacher who herself was reclusive and died at a young age! Get out of the house, people! Don't write crazy things about ghosts and evil people--I don't care how passionate they are about each other! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, EMILY!
Again: Don't bother with this one; don't even worry with the movie!