Mannered and fussy. Spooky and savage. Rebecca— a decadent, slow-burn Gothic from the 1930s— is not an eat-your-vegetables Classic. More like an eat-your-crimson-cherries-by-guttering-candlelight Classic. Eat it! I mean, Read it! It's delicious.— Morgan
So the second Mrs. Maxim deWinter remembered the chilling events that led her down the turning drive past the beeches, white and naked, to the isolated gray stone mansion on the windswept Cornish coast. With a husband she barely knew, the young bride arrived at this immense estate, only to be inexorably drawn into the life of the first Mrs. deWinter, the beautiful Rebecca, dead but never forgotten...her suite of rooms never touched, her clothes ready to be worn, her servant -- the sinister Mrs. Danvers -- still loyal.
As an eerie presentiment of evil tightened around her heart, the second Mrs. deWinter began her search for the real fate of Rebecca and for the secrets of Manderly.