“I could fight with the living but I could not fight the dead”
Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier
First published May 1938
My Rating: 5 /5 (all the stars to this book!)
Plot Summary: The story starts in Monte Carlo where our 18-year-old heroine meets admirable 42-year-old Maximilian De Winter, whose wife – Rebecca- died year ago, they spend some weeks together sightseeing, after what Maxim’s sudden proposal of marriage sweeps off her feet, because she could never even dream about it as she is orphaned and works as lady’s maid. She agrees as she fell in love with him almost on the very first day of their meeting. They have great time during their honeymoon in Italy. However, they arrive to Maxim’s family estate – Manderley -, she realizes how large a shadow his late wife will cast over their lives–presenting her with a lingering evil that threatens to destroy their marriage from beyond the grave.
My Opinion: One gorgeous book. Three days of non-stop reading.
This book is very beautiful: the writing style, plot, heroes – everything! I realize now that I love gothic literature. The most favorite books of mine are “Jane Eyre” & “Rebecca” – and they resemble each other in the writing style and plot. I thought I would never read a book as good as “Jane Eyre’, however I was wrong, “Rebecca” brought back all the great feelings and I fell in love with it!
The main heroine of “Rebecca”, (she doesn’t have name, my friend told me that this is because she is Rebecca’s shadow so “she has no identity” in a way), has a character similar to mine in some ways, she is really shy, kind, emotional and naïve. Maxim on the other hand is confident and charismatic. I absolutely adore and love Maxim and the main heroine.
This is the kind of story which is going to stay with you forever!
P.S. I have already re-read my favorite lines and chapters from “Rebecca” about 10 times!
“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
“I should say that kindliness, and sincerity, and if I may say so—modesty—are worth far more to a man, to a husband, than all the wit and beauty in the world.”