Book XXIII: Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier, 1938, 457 pages
“I am glad it can not happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.” Folks all I can say about this novel is WOW! It was that good. It is rare for me to pick up a piece of modern literature, but it was modern British literature and came very highly recommended. Ironically this pick proceeded Othello which set the tone for Rebecca quite nicely. My hat is off to Du Maurier as a writer her descriptive style and articulation was off the charts for me. It has been a while since I have not been able to put down a book. I almost could have housed it in one sitting. From the very first page I was taken by it. Usually I am not a big fan of writing done in first person, but at times I was so in tune with the main character I may have well been her. Mystery or thriller I am still not sure, maybe a little of both. All I can say is if you have not yet done so, get a copy right now and read it.
For Book XXIV lets go back to American Literature and keep things in the 20th century with Jack London’s The Sea Wolf. I was very impressed by The Call of the Wild and since have considered London one of my favorite writers. Here is to another great literary experience.
This was Hitchcock’s version of what Manderley was suppose to look like. I had never heard of the movie till after I read the book and it was pretty much how I envisioned the estate too.
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