I had great fun in recent weeks reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, a Gothic novel described by my friend as "miserable people treating each other miserably in a miserable setting." I loved it! First, there were moors for drowning. Also, when a ghost scratched at a window, the narrator accepted her appearance as plausible before he got the explanation! Finally, Heathcliff is so wicked, so so wicked that I love him and hate him in equal measures. This reading got me thinking that I've never appreciated Gothic fiction the way I should, so join me on a[...]