5*Stars
This is one of my all time favorite reads. I find that, Emily Brontë, grasped the balance between love and hate perfectly. Showing how you can't have one without the other. The more Catherine and Heathcliff loved one another, the greater the hate they had for that love, not necessarily towards each other. It reminds me of Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850: "I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all." When you feed the love you have for someone, you fuel all the other emotions, whether you want to or not. For Catherine and Heathcliff, if they had never truly loved, much less cared, then they would have never known the hate. Vice versa.