Oh Emily. Your creations and their goings-on out on that moor have captured the imaginations of millions of women everywhere. And more than a few men I guess, although I’ve never met one.
You only lived for thirty years but Cathy and Heathcliff (and Linton and Isabella and Edgar and Hareton and Nelly) are immortal.
Even your possessions still fascinate.
Here’s to you, and to Wuthering Heights, and thanks for one of my favourite books.