by Emily Brontë
When Lockwood takes shelter for a night in the home of his landlord, Heathcliff, he learns the complicated past of the man, the former resident, Catherine, and the troubles of their heirs.
What a terribly complicated family. It took me a bit of figuring out to determine exactly how all these people were related to one another, and, by the end, they are all related in at least one way. A twisted love story of two people who treat each other terribly and marry others out of shallowness or spite, feelings that they pass down to the next generation.
I think my favorite thing about this sort of historical fiction is how incredibly complex the relationships and plot can become while the only true plot actions are neighbors visiting, and occasionally caring for, one another and marriage. In this story, the romance is not romantic at all. The main characters are awful, and, because of this, they cause their own unhappiness. That being said, I enjoyed reading about the complex relations of all these characters as they feud and manipulate one another. If you’re looking for some proper family drama and love that torments, this might be the one for you.