Wuthering Heights 2020 NEW EDITION. First Published in 1847. Written by Emily Brontë Under the Pseudonym Ellis Bell .

Set in Northern England from the late 18th to early 19th centuries, Wuthering Heights is a story of intense and passionate love, hate, and revenge. Mr. Earnshaw, owner of Wuthering Heights, raises an orphan named Heathcliff and he favors him more than his own son, Hindley. Hindley hates Heathcliff but his sister Catherine is fond of Heathcliff and they quickly become close companions. Complications later arise when Edgar and Isabella Linton of Thrushcross Grange come into the picture. Edgar is handsome and rich. Heathcliff and Catherine grow apart as she becomes closer to Edgar. Catherine's love for her soulmate Heathcliff never dies but Edgar loves her, too, and she cannot ignore the possible social comforts Edgar can provide her.

Will wealth and social class stand in the way of the undying love between Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw?

'My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. '

'Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?' was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.

'What now?' said Catherine, leaning back, and returning his look with a suddenly clouded brow: her humour was a mere vane for constantly varying caprices. 'You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff! And you both come to bewail the deed to me, as if you were the people to be pitied! I shall not pity you, not I. You have killed me–and thriven on it, I think. How strong you are! How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?'

'Be with me always–take any form–drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!'