“Rebecca” by Daphne Du Maurier

cfb31ee55d96720d7efb3ea9b142bdb8“Nature had come into her own again and, little by little, in her stealthy, insidious way had encroached upon the drive with long tenacious fingers.”

Holy cow! Do people still write like that? If they do, their writing has not come in my way.

“The woods, always a menace even in the past, had triumphed in the end.  They crowded, dark and uncontrolled, to the borders of the drive.  The beeches with white, naked limbs leant close to one another, their branches intermingled in a strange embrace, making a vault above my head like the archway of a church.  And there were other trees as well, trees that I did not recognize, squat oaks and tortured elms that straggled cheek by jowl with the beeches, and had thrust themselves out of the quiet earth, along with monster shrubs and plants, none of which I remembered.”

I’m convinced I’ve never read anything so eerily beautiful on the first page of a book. I think no one would imagine this to be a happy, safe place even without the word “menace” in there.

Sometimes I wonder if writing like this has become a lost art form.

With a beginning like that, it’s pointless to say I’m looking forward to reading this book. It’s also an understatement.

In case you were wondering, the book is entitled “Rebecca” and was written by Daphne Du Maurier.

“The unsurpassed modern masterpiece of romantic suspense.”  I don’t know if it’s unsurpassed or anything but I’m eager to give it a try.

What kind of writing grabs you attention and sends you reeling? Read any good books lately?


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