The first time I read the Odyssey I was pleased/surprised to see that the final bit was Odysseus going all John Rambo on a bunch of dudes with his stupidly oversized bow, mowing down his romantic competition in a bloody hail of arrows and rage.
Perfect, Catherine & Heathcliff are a pair of real assholes...but at least Emily Bronte didn't glorify a woman abasing herself as much as Meyer does, or obsession as healthy.
I believe that was the tagline for Coppola's Dracula film, so there you are.
The cover is silly, but Wuthering Heights is a classic and if it gets some Twihards reading it, that's only good.
Also, the Canterbury Tales has farts.