The interesting thing about reading this again after so many years, is realizing how much all the film adaptations of the story I have seen since colored my memory of the characters. 
 I kept trying to decide which actor was the best Rochester, when in truth I think film interpretations change the spirit of the character a good degree. While film portrayals lean towards the dark and brooding part of his personality, his manic highs seem to be avoided as are the frequently daffy ways he declares his feelings towards Jane. And the cross-dressing fortune teller scene has never made it into the film versions I've watched, I have admittedly not seen them all. 
 Time has not changed my personal preference for Wuthering Heights. Though it has also been some time since I've read it and think a reread is due before the end of the year. 
 My favorite thing about any of the works of the Bronte sisters is how atmospheric they are. I live in a warm sunny corner of our planet, but open a Bronte novel and I long to curl by my (non-existent) hearth in a woolen blanket, wrap my hands around a mug of tea, and fortify myself against the freezing rain, howling winds, and whatever mysterious haunts are about.