"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

If that quote was the only thing you read before jumping in and reading this book you'll think you're going to read a love story when I personally think it couldn't be farther away from the truth.
This is not a love story and I can not understand how some people can say that what Catherine and Heathcliff felt for each other was love.

The story is about Wuthering Heights and it's residents. Most of the story is narrated by Ellen "Nelly", the housekeeper of the Earnshaw family who lives in Wuthering Heights and later on in Thrushcross Grange, who tells the story of Heathcliff and Catherine, two tormented souls that seemed to "love" each other but could never be together. The typical tragic love story, but with a lot less love and more obsession.

I have never hated two characters before as much as I hate Catherine and Heathcliff. Their personalities combined was a recipe for disaster. More than once I wondered if Catherine was bipolar apart from being manipulative and selfish. I couldn't stand her mood swings, one minute she loves you the next she hates you and things turn violent. Heathcliff was just a monster, the devil itself. A manipulative person, full of hatred, selfish, a person with problems to controlled his anger and with the worst intentions. He's not a misunderstood character, he is just evil. He never cared for anyone but himself.
Their relationship was not based on love, but rather on obsession and the idea of going against everyone that surrounded them. Heathcliff did things only a monster and a completely unstable person would do. I have lost count of how many times I rolled my eyes when they talked about how they "love" each other.
The only character I somehow cared about was Cathy, Catherine's daughter, but her story was cut short as she was not the main character. I would have loved to read more about her life once she was free from Heathcliff.

I found myself often wondering why the characters acted in a particular way, then I remember that most of them are mentally unstable and everything made sense... kind of.

All in all I enjoyed the story enough to finish it. I wouldn't read it again. It kept me hook during my bus ride to university but not enough to read it at home where I often got distracted.