Welcome to your second installment on the Brontë sisters, @honeydue. This time it corresponds to the one I was able to read with some attention: Emily Brontë. Wuthering Heights, already a very significant title in itself (because of what it might be allegorical), is undoubtedly a novel of great importance in English literature, Impregnated still by a marked romanticism, it introduces elements that will have value in the evolution of this genre, such as the descriptive work of the landscape, the emotions of its tormented characters, and the psychological atmospheres. Emily Brontë was a writer of enormous sensitivity, and daring, in her own way and for the time.
Among what I could say as a reader, I would stop to recall the beautiful, lyrical, final part of the book, when the narrator speaks of Heathcliff's tomb:

I stopped at his side under the serene sky. And following with my eyes the flight of dragonflies between wild plants and bellflowers, and listening to the rumor of the gentle breeze between the grass, I was amazed that someone could attribute restless dreams to those who slept in such peaceful tombs.

I admit that I haven't been able to read the third sister, Anne, except for the novel The Tenent of Wildfell Hall, which, from what you report, must be very interesting, as it seems to show a bold social and moral character for the prevailing Victorian morality.
Thank you for your illustrative post, @honeydue. Greetings.