"Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home."
- Anna Quindlen
This is built from the same DNA as Rebecca: death, jealousy, paranoia, haunting English manor houses... Once again, there is a hated woman the protagonist has never met. Once again, there is a mysterious death. Once again, the first-person narrator acts on incomplete information, and you know - you just know - no good is going to come of it. Mostly because, once again, duMaurier loves her some ominous foreshadowing.
And yet, despite (maybe because of) all the similarities to her more famous novel, I am completely sucked in. And this book does feel like its own beast. Its own twisted, eerie, gripping beast. I love duMaurier's writing. This is my kind of melodrama.