Do you remember the first time you read a book that
grabbed you by the hand,
transported you from childhood and
ever so gently escorted you towards adulthood?
This was my experience when I read
Daphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca.
Early in my high school years,
I asked my mother for a book suggestion.
She was the perfect person as she was an avid reader
and had worked at our public library for years.
She gave me several titles but the only one to be found
waiting for me on a library shelf was Rebecca.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
I read the opening sentence and barely looked up until I was finished.
I was captured by the mystique of the plot about a second wife
trying to deal with the immense shadow of the first Mrs. Maxim
Rebecca was a perfect blend of suspense
and romance contained in an oppressive mansion called Manderley,
My only reference to housekeepers at the time had been Alice
from The Brady Bunch so Mrs. Danvers
was indeed the most sinister of housekeepers
I could ever envision.
I loved the story and every few years, I grab a copy
and revisit the Cornish countryside and
marvel how a book written in 1938 can
my attention and appreciation.
It was a thriller but it also was my first
What book made you feel like you were
closing in on adulthood?