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Rebecca folio society3/2/2024 ![]() I was sitting in Rebecca’s chair, I was leaning against Rebecca’s cushion, and the dog had come to me and laid his head upon my knee because that had been his custom, and he remembered, in the past, she had given sugar to him there. Unconsciously, I shivered as though someone had opened the door behind me and let a draught into the room. Nothing material, not a hair-pin on a dressing-table, not an empty bottle of Aspirin tablets, not a handkerchief beneath a pillow, but something indefinable, a moment of our lives, a thought, a mood. Though two nights only have been spent beneath a roof, yet we leave something of ourselves behind. This has been ours, however brief the time. Perhaps in cupboards there were clothes that she had worn, with the scent about them still. There were places she had visited, and things that she had touched. Somewhere her voice still lingered, and the memory of her words. She had beauty that endured, and a smile that was not forgotten. She was a poor creature, and I thought of her with scorn if I considered her at all. That girl who, tortured by shyness, would stand outside the sitting-room door twisting a handkerchief in her hands, while from within came that babble of confused chatter so unnerving to the intruder – she had gone with the wind that afternoon. His face was arresting, sensitive, medieval in some strange inexplicable way, and I was reminded of a portrait seen in a gallery, I had forgotten where, of a certain Gentleman Unknown. He belonged to a walled city of the fifteenth century, a city of narrow, cobbled streets, and thin spires, where the inhabitants wore pointed shoes and worsted hose. We can never go back again, that much is certain. As I stood there, hushed and still, I could swear that the house was not an empty shell but lived and breathed as it had lived before. ![]() Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, even upon a dreamer’s fancy. The illustrations are from my own edition of Rebecca. Even though we had set aside two weeks for the buddy read, I raced through it in four days – I just couldn’t stop reading it! It certainly fulfils the description of timeless classic and I can see why it hasn’t ever been out of print.įor something a little bit different, instead of writing a review, I give you my impression of Rebecca through my favourite quotes. This is a classic that I highly recommend and can see myself returning to over time. I loved Rebecca, with its dreamy prose and atmospheric presence. I highly recommend reading a classic as a group – it’s a lot of fun and keeps you present within the story for the duration on account of all of the back and forth commentary. ![]() We threw the idea out there to others and from that point on, #rebeccabuddyread was born. In one of those chats where one thing leads to another, Tracey Allen of Carpe Librum blog and I decided to read Rebecca as a buddy read. I even bought a beautiful Folio Society edition as a means of prompting myself to get to it, but it still took me a year on from that purchase to open the cover. Rebecca is one of those classics I have heard mentioned by book lovers time and time again, yet I’d never made the time to actually read it for myself. Not since Jane Eyre has a heroine faced such difficulty with the Other Woman.Īn international best-seller that has never gone out of print, Rebecca is the haunting story of a young girl consumed by love and the struggle to find her identity. And the memory of his dead wife Rebecca is forever kept alive by the forbidding Mrs Danvers. She accepts, but whisked from glamorous Monte Carlo to the ominous and brooding Manderley, the new Mrs de Winter finds Max a changed man. Life begins to look very bleak until, on a trip to the South of France, she meets Maxim de Winter, a handsome widower whose sudden proposal of marriage takes her by surprise. Working as a lady’s companion, the heroine of Rebecca learns her place. Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
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