Haworth. There are some lovely cemeteries up there

The Observer describes a trip on the Keighley and Worth Valley Railway through Yorkshire:

With pistons thrusting and steam hissing, it has featured in dozens of TV dramas and films, most famously The Railway Children, as it runs from Keighley, a sturdy town once big in wool, to the village of Oxenhope, in the South Pennines. Its major stopping point, however, is Haworth, childhood home of the Brontë sisters ('Oooh, Haworth,' said an old lady I met here a few years ago. 'There are some lovely cemeteries up there.') (Stephen McClarence)

Also in The Observer we found a curious reference to the Brontës in an article about enviromental responsability fundamentalism:

If, crudely, morality is about individual choices and positions, then ethics inevitably involves other people. Given how much emphasis is currently put on 'ethical' choices, the word seems curiously ill-used, since most of the choices advocated are essentially individualistic. They're also mostly negative: not driving a car, turning the house lights down to levels even the Brontë sisters would consider too murky to read by, never eating anything that grew any further away than Carlisle. (Brian Morton)

The Times (South-Africa) talks about John Connolly's latest novel, The Reapers:

The carefully chosen guest- list comprises an interesting and eclectic mix — and, some of Connolly’s favourite fictional characters, he tells me: Lew Archer is there, together with the sexy and exciting Catherine Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights. Jeeves, arguably PG Wodehouse’s best- loved creation, is chatting to Becky Sharp, the minx from Vanity Fair.

Another book with Wuthering Heights references is Out Backward by Ross Raisin. The Toronto Star reviews it:

Accused of sexually assaulting a female student at the school he was subsequently withdrawn from, Sam now harbours a brooding resentment worthy of a 21st century Heathcliff. (...)
Like Bronte's moor-dweller, who directed his tempestuous rage against those who made him feel like a reluctantly adopted mongrel, Raisin's Sam Marsdyke directs his anger against the marauding makeover class. Those people come to the moors for weekend amusement and sound investment, who ramble happily amongst the sheep until they step into the 'shite'. (Geoff Revere)

But of course, what's better than the real thing? The Independent asks several writers about their summer book lists. Actor and writer Julian Fellowes says:

And if there was any space left in my suitcase, I would tuck in a copy of Wuthering Heights (Penguin £5.99) because one cannot read it too many times.

The Heathcliffgate resists to die:

It was in an interview in the New Statesman recently that the interviewer made a comparison with the saturnine Heathcliff, the hero, if you can call him that, of the novel Wuthering Heights. It was on the reading list at school and I failed to get through it, as I have not managed to do to this day.
It was the interviewer who brought this up and not Mr Brown, who treated the reference with self-deprecation. Immediately, Westminster exploded with hilarity, dithering heights being a particular favourite with the legislators.
Curiously, another woman interviewer, in another paper – The Daily Telegraph – had drawn precisely the same comparison a decade earlier when Mr Brown was Chancellor. On that occasion there were no scornful remarks. How apt, people said, how very apt! But then, time changes perspective. (Alan Watkins in The Independent)

Finally, The Guardian reviews Alphabeat's latest album with some Wuthering Heights (à la Kate Bush) references.

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