Wuthering Heights is an amazing treatise of the depravity of man and the glory of God's good shining forth and prevailing even in the face of its mockery by man. The glorious and the awful passions for both good and evil are so poignant in this tale. What is written as a novel does not fail to be truthful to the general condition and sentiments of the time and place - such pride and prejudice and passions and their consequences as Jane Austen describes, only in a somewhat baser and isolated context that author Emily Bronte obviously knew well. Every emotion, though separated by characters in the story, the reader can find inside themselves, which drives one to desire the happiness of all, even for the vilest. I was riveted to the end.