Wuthering Heights was the one novel I actually read in high school. I pretty much had to if I wanted to graduate. Bad case of senioritis, you see. The first half of my senior year was slack city. Missed class, missed homeworks, missed tests, you name it.
Anyway, I actually liked the book. I even bought it and reread it a few years ago when I discovered the concept of "reading for pleasure," which was of course unheard of.