Thanks to Twilight, I am always hesitant to admit that Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is one of my favorite novels. Before I took a class on the Brontë sisters, anything that inspired the grammatically-questionable, borderline partner violence that made up Stephanie Meyer’s four books, was not something I wanted on my bookshelf. Anyway, I took the class, read the books, and developed an Edward-esque obsession with Emily Brontë.