I should finish reading One Hundred Years of Solitude first, but I picked up Wuthering Heights over the weekend. I did this mainly because my youngest sister was listening to it on tape and was having some trouble with it. I was trying to help her out and totally bumbling it because I think the last time I read it was in high school.
So, I'm reading it again. I'm about 1/4 of the way through it and things are slowly coming back to me. I'm remembering bits and pieces (in a deja vu sort of sense). Mostly, though, Heathcliff is just as miserly as I remember him.