Monday, October 22, 2007
So I just finished this book called Rebecca. I’m trying to stay awake tonight and I am already so damn tired!
It’s about a woman who is married to a man whose first wife was named … wait for it, Rebecca de Winters. The new wife (who remains nameless throughout the novel) commits a series of faux pas orchestrated by Mr. de Winter’s housekeeper Mrs. Danvers, who is trying to convince him that he made a mistake marrying the new girl.
I have to say, the whole novel felt like something of a cosmic joke. An inside joke. Just me and the cosmos.
Of course, it turned out that Mr. de Winters killed Rebecca because she was a lying whore.