Reviews
Dieses Buch hat mich mitgerissen, mich in seine schaurige, geheimnisvolle Atmosphäre eintauchen lassen und mich nicht mehr losgelassen.
Die Geschichte handelt von einer jungen Frau, deren Namen wir nicht erfahren. Sie arbeitet als bezahlte Begleiterin einer reichen alten Dame und lernt während ihres Aufenthalts in Monte Carlo den verschlossenen, traurigen, aber sympathischen Mr. de Winter kennen. Man sagt über ihn, er sei immer noch nicht über den Tod seiner Frau Rebecca hinweggekommen…
Die Protagonistin heiratet Mr. de Winter und zieht mit ihm nach Manderley – ein Anwesen, das noch immer vom Geist Rebeccas erfüllt ist, sodass sie fast greifbar erscheint, als wäre sie noch am Leben.
Die Geschichte hat mich von der ersten Seite an gefesselt. Besonders liebe ich die Dynamik zwischen der Protagonistin und Mr. de Winter am Ende, die schönen Naturbeschreibungen, und die Protagonistin selbst, die als Charakter unglaublich nahbar ist. Außerdem hat das Buch einen gelungenen Plot!
Ein neues Lieblingsbuch!
enjoyed this way more than i thought i would!!
easily my fave read of the year so far
You won't enjoy the first 2/3 of this book as much if you know the plot, so just AVOID SPOILERS AT ALL COSTS
Atmospheric with strong writing; a bit wordy regarding a rather brief plot.
« last night i dreamt i went to manderley again... »
what do i say? i finished this less than five minutes ago and my brain feels like scrambled egg. i am so glad i reread this book after SO long (more than a decade) because i had forgotten everything towards the end, which i'm very thankful for because it felt like i was reading this for the first time again.
now, the first 60% of the book took me a while to get through, i don't know why, it felt a bit dragged out however the last 40% of the book? i devoured it all in one evening. i couldn't put it down. even the beginning, that felt slightly more slow to me, was beautifully written but good god, when it picks up? it definitely Picks Up. the chain of events all happening one right after the other after the big confrontation after the party kept me on the edge of my seat up until the end. i will probably keep thinking about the end for a while now.
** spoiler alert ** GOD. WHAT A BOOK. As soon as I opened this book a few months back, I knew I'd love it. I related to the protagonist a bit too much. Reading it now, I was a little frustrated with her, but she was still very similar to me. She's my age as well. The fact this lovely novel about a self-conscious woman loving and yet feeling insecure with her husband turned into a murder mystery so interesting I couldn't stop turning the pages caught me off guard. The style kept me expecting something like Effi Briest or Madame Bovary (which also kept me on my toes throughout the novel!) but I'm glad it turned into this. I'll definitely come back to this book many many times.
Creepy. Dark. I really liked it personally. Mrs. Danvers is an amazingly creepy character. verity wishes she was her cause Rebecca is that bitch. I gave it three stars cause of all the classics this one took me the longest to get into it. I've tried to start reading this so much but never could so its not a 4, but I did enjoy if i got straight into it, it would've been a 4 but i think thats more a me thing.
Daphne du Maurier's prose carries so many important details woven together that every paragraph must be savored. Her books are not ones to speed read. As with My Cousin Rachel, the title character is created out of the other characters recollections of her, her possessions and her history. Unlike Rachel, Rebecca's appearance doesn't allow for her to make any explanations or tell her version of the story. Both books end abbruptly but with Rebecca there's a chance for happiness for the protagonist.
Rebecca is a disappointingly dull and predictable novel that fails to live up to its acclaimed reputation. The nameless main character is insufferably naive, insecure, and devoid of any personality or intelligence. Her incessant obsession with the deceased Rebecca becomes extremely repetitive and grating.
The plot relies heavily on cliched premises like insta-love and an unoriginal, unsurprising twist ending that blatantly rips off Jane Eyre. None of the characters are compelling, and the story plods along aimlessly with very little suspense or Gothic atmosphere despite being labeled as a romantic mystery.
Overall, Rebecca is a bore-fest with an annoying protagonist. It's mind-boggling that this book has garnered such high praise when there are far better examples of classic romantic literature that don't insult the reader's intelligence. Save yourself the disappointment and skip this overrated novel.
OMG
Amazing writing, mundane plot & characters!
arguably my favorite classic of all time
** spoiler alert ** Rebecca es la Amy Dunne original
The first chapter was a toss-away, a dream whose purpose was simply to describe the house and grounds of Manderley. I always dislike dreams in books because they feel like lazy writing; the author is trying to wedge information into the story without actually figuring out how to work that info in naturally. So the first (brief) chapter was read in supreme irritation, and the second (brief) chapter hurried through since our story doesn't start there, either. The third chapter - that is when things get rolling. And holy cow do they roll, taking us on a journey between low-level dread and white-hot tension. A true thriller in the highest sense of the word, creating the exact right mood for the end of October. Highly recommend.
The pure rage I felt at Mrs Danvers when Mrs de Winter walked out in her beautiful white gown is UNMATCHED.
Great book though!!!
Yeah I liked it. That’s about all to be honest... I didn’t get super emotionally invested and didn’t absolutely love it, except for when i realized that I was 3/4 of the way through the book and I hadn’t realized that the main character is never actually named; that was cool, but otherwise it was just good. Probably wouldn’t read again but it was a nice thing to listen to on the bus and while to did random things(audiobook). Maybe if I liked mystery and love affair type things more I would have liked this better.....
Book #114 Read in 2014 Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier This classic novel has been on my shelf for years. In the mood for a meaty read, I decided it was time to read it and I enjoyed the gothic novel. Rebecca was the first wife of Maxim de Winter and she died. Max seems to be moving on when he meets a young lady and marries her shortly after. He brings her home to Manderley and she realizes that not everyone is happy about there being a new Mrs. de Winter. As layers are pulled back, revelations that are not necessarily cheerful occur. This book reminded me of another favorite of mine, Wuthering Heights. I found both books to have lush writing. http://melissasbookpicks.blogspot.com
A phenomenal work of literature. A compelling main character, a beautiful estate, and a sinister secret seeping through every word. This is an easily comprehensible classic, and I adored it.
Wow.
This one didn’t age even a little. How fascinating. Similar to The Dutch House (which I read later) (I’m time traveling in my reviews) the house is a character in its own way. Oh, Manderley... I had to double check to ensure I hadn’t missed an additional page at the end it is so sudden. However great classic.
Masterpiece
And the award for my new favorite book of all time goes to! My goodness what a read y’all. I am obsessed with Rebecca just like our unnamed narrator is. I want to be in her shoes, smelling Rebecca’s perfume, touching Rebecca’s things. I just am so in love with the world building, the plot, the shocking twist. Everything was so wonderful. I see why it’s a classic. I will forever love this book and anything else Daphne du Maurier wrote. Pure genius. 5/5 stars and would 100% recommend. I’ll be reading this for years to come over and over.
I listened to an abridged version but did not realize it.
Highlights
The house was a sepulchre, our fear and suffering lay buried in the ruins. There would be no resurrection.
Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.
“I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word.”
Vier und halb Sterne, wenn nicht mehr als ein halb
This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. Today we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again. Even stopping for luncheon at a wayside inn, and going to a dark, unfamiliar room to wash my hands, the handle of the door unknown to me, the wallpaper peeling in strips, a funny little cracked mirror above the basin; for this moment, it is mine, it belongs to me. We know one another. This is the present. There is no past and no future. Here I am washing my hands, and the cracked mirror shows me to myself, suspended as it were, in time; this is me, this moment will not pass.
ch. #6
I believe there is a theory that men and women emerge finer and stronger after suffering, and that to advance in this or any world we must endure ordeal by fire.