Rebecca
Daphne du Maurier, 1938
A shy young bride arrives at a grand Cornish house still shadowed by her husband's first wife. Atmosphere, jealousy and suspense, and a famous opening dream.
Daphne du Maurier
Du Maurier came from a theatrical family: her father Gerald was a celebrated actor-manager and her grandfather George wrote Trilby, the novel that gave us Svengali.
Feels like memory, dread and love.
The house you can never return to, waiting at the end of the road.
The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea. Books by Daphne du Maurier
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