Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
Why did I wait so long to read Rebecca? How stupid of me to have put it off, treating it like a chore, one of those famous classics that I ought to read as an educational exercise, in order to be well rounded and to say that I have read it. Knowing that it was a gothic romance of sorts, I expected this to be like one of those Bronte books, which I have almost universally found to be tiresome, frustrating, boring, and featuring an inexplicable romance with a horrible man. But this was a nearly perfect book. It still features a(show spoiler)
But Rebecca is so much more. The deliciously chilling atmosphere and building sense of dread. The creepy, creepy, characters. The immersive sense of place. I loved it.
None of the main characters were likable or admirable. But I loved how the author manipulated me, the reader, tricking me into(show spoiler)
Audiobook version, borrowed from my public library. Anna Massey’s performance is magnificent.