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
"Last Night I Dreamt
I Went To Manderley Again." So the second Mrs. Maxim de Winter remembered the chilling events that led her down the turning drive past ther beeches, white and naked, to the isolated gray stone manse 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. de Winter, 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. And as an eerie presentiment of evil tightened around her heart, the second Mrs. de Winter began her search for the real fate of Rebecca...for the secrets of Manderley.