This was entirely my view, to the eternal sadness of my Mum, who loves Wuthering Heights. Which is, now I think about it, really weird as she's very like me. Maybe after all this time I need to realise she's got hidden depths. Mind, I think her and my Dad were a bit of Grand Pash in their time. :))
I have finished Bess, which ended up a bit laboured, but maybe that's just historical biography. It doesn't flow as well as fiction. I'm onto Tessa Boase's book on Etta Lemon, founder of the RSPB, now. I'm enjoying it, but she does seem to have a tendency to tell you the same thing twice in slightly different words, which is odd and could become annoying.