While I cannot say I liked a single character, I still found this crazy soap opera to be thoroughly enjoyable.

Under no circumstances would I consider this tale to be a romance in the vein of Jane Austen or Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre." Rather, and I can't say this was the author's intent, I found this to be a profoundly unromantic look at the realities of 19th century marriage/means of inheritance, and the negative impact these practices have over generations.

Moreover, the classic trope of a woman caught between the safe, kind, boring "good guy" (Edgar Linton) and the passionate, violent, romantic "bad boy" (Heathcliff), is in a way turned on its head in this novel. Here you see how both of these choices are inherently terrible; Catherine would have been better off staying home and becoming an eccentric cat lady. But in these days women had to marry as a means of survival, and Catherine is not exactly a resourceful or contemplative individual, so tragedy it is.

I would definitely recommend this, so long as the reader does not romanticize the hot mess that is this unhealthy series of entanglements.