![]() ![]() Consider this your heads-up that Rebecca is not a book to be read in a single sitting space it out a bit in order to enjoy it properly. It’s masterful psychological profiling by du Maurier (and annoyingly relatable), but it also gets a bit tiring to read without respite. ![]() She constantly imagines the worst – whole scenarios and conversations – and reacts emotionally as though it’s actually happened. ![]() She is the antithesis of a Cool Girl, she has no chill at all. She’s so passionately extra, I couldn’t help but laugh at her – a mild scene of social awkwardness over coffee becomes a test of her ability “to endure the frequent agonies of youth”. When the flashback starts, the narrator is a naïve young woman working as a paid companion, holidaying with her employer in sunny Monte Carlo. It begins with the immortal opening line, “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” Aside from that, the most important thing you need to know at the outset is that the narrator is never named, not even in dialogue. The opening chapter frames the story to follow: an unnamed narrator living abroad, reflecting on the strange circumstances that led her to that point in her life. (If you do, I’ll earn a small commission because it’s an affiliate link.) ![]()
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