A few days ago, an aside of
penknife's about Jane Eyre reminded me of my issues with Rochester and even more so with his literary descendent, Maxim de Winter, in Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca.
Now, Rebecca is an excellent, very well constructed and suspenseful novel. I read it first as a teenager. Going back to it as an adult, however, I got annoyed and
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