After being on my reading list for as long as I remember, I finally got around to reading Daphne Du Maurier’s ‘Rebecca’. A gothic romance published in 1938, Rebecca has been in print ever since. Having heard a lot of people praising it, I read the book, not knowing what it was about (not the best idea, but I would probably reject half the books otherwise). Rebecca, or Mrs. De Winter the first, tragically killed in an accident (or so it seems), beautiful, fun, kind, perfect in every way, loved by all and Maxim de Winter, the rich, handsome husband seem like the perfect pair to all those around. Their story is like a fairytale, until she disappears. Enter, our narrator shy, young, awkward who inexplicably, steals Maxim’s heart away, and are married soon after their acquaintance. But how can she take place of Rebecca? When Mrs.Danvers keeps her alive every day, when Maxim seems to always be haunted by her memory, when everything in the house bears her signature. And then the day after the disastrous ball, her body is discovered, and all that was assumed as truth about her death, is in fact all a lie.
I don’t know about most of the people who have read this book, but I found it absolutely weird. To begin with, we do not know the narrators name till the end. And seriously, who in their right minds, decide to marry after a courtship of a fortnight or so??? i seriously found a whole lot of jealousy in the book…seriously people, how can you be living in such a beautiful place and yet have so much negative in you??. For those who like classics, may want to read it, But to all the teenagers and feminists out there, I would not suggest this book.