When I was a little kid, I was fascinated by the supernatural. This lead me, later on, to read Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (1897), Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" (1816), and Robert Louis Stevenson's "Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde" (1886). These works of 19th-century fiction (in order to (over)simplify, let's call it all Victorian, even though Queen Victoria's reign didn't begin until after "Frankenstein" was published) are loads of fun and go a long way towards characterizing that century as a golden age of the supernatural in British fiction. This period of English-language lit was also characterized by complex plots and larger-than-life characters (think of Dickens) and also had its fair share of sentimentalism (Harriet Beecher Stowe's "Uncle Tom's Cabin" (1852), for example, has a strong tendency to tug at its reader's heartstrings) that was often employed in emphasis on romantic relationships. (I just read "María" by Jorge Isaacs, one of a great many Latin American novels of the period which funnel ideas about national formation through their depiction of romance, and, boy, is it sentimental.) "Wuthering Heights" is certainly a romance novel, and it also is rather supernatural. At the end of it all, it goes beyond the constraints of both genres.