** spoiler alert ** 
 This is not really a love story, so much as it is an ugly, cruel, violent morality play of obsessive lust. Poor old 'gypsy' Heathcliff drags his wife from her grave and hallucinates her ghost, so entrapped he is in his vision of her. 
 The characters, in their many mistakes, cannot be loved or even tolerated for long. They are interesting in the way that watching a building demolition in slow-motion is interesting. Heathcliff, again, is a manipulative, controlling, possessive bastard, and the archetype from which a million 'dark and brooding' romantic heroes have been copied. 
 An intense and furious book. I'm not sure how I'd managed to go so long without reading it.