In response to many a reader request, I'm proud to present my annotated edition of Emily Brontë's bleak but beautiful classic, Wuthering Heights. I'd never actually read it before this year, and I must say, it was rather surprising.

My biggest goal was to expand my annotated classics series, and I've largely succeeded, even if I did stray a tad off course in the book choices.

I'm not trying to be contrarian, but with all the fanfare surrounding Netflix's recent adaptation of Frankenstein , I can't help but think of the book's far more readable cousin, Dracula . In the A-list annals of Halloween costumes, the two are often paired together, but the reading experience of each is vastly different. Frankenstein is slow and cerebral. You zone out, and 20 pages later, the protagonist is still describing the landscape. Dracula , on the other hand, is a page-turner of the...