Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, 1847.
I love the flaws in this book: passion, the selfishness, the grief of the main characters. I love that it’s set in a very small location over a few generations – it’s a family epic, and I love that. I love that it’s told from multiple points of view (narration within narration within narration) which is pretty awesome for a book written in 1847.
This picture is from the 2009 BBC miniseries, which I think was a gorgeous adaptation.