Infinitely better than her sister's book, Wuthering Heights. It held my interest throughout and was at times exciting. There are the usual plot contrivances, but if you read enough English literature, you come to expect these and learn to enjoy them. Jane was a likeable character, and none of the men in the book were worthy of her, especially not Rochester. I didn't care much for him, although his devotion to Jane at the end of the book redeems him somewhat. Bronte's description of the moors is the best I've read since Hardy. She also uses a funky plot device wherein the weather always mirrors the mood of the characters.