The newest Mrs. de Winter marries a man with a past in this terrible classic.
What fresh hell is this? For as long as I can remember, I have been excited about reading Rebecca. I always thought I would read it at the right time and the right place in my life, but I’ve discovered there would be no right time or place for it. It was plain idiotic. Why does the heroine have no name other than Mrs. de Winter? Why in blazes does the novel spend a tedious amount of time on conversations between the various characters about absolutely nothing, but then ends with a dramatic cliffhanger? Why the hell do Maxim and thy-new-wife-who-shall-never-be-named like each other let alone love each other? What in the hell was the point of it all? I was expecting a home run. I was expecting something unique and twisty, not monotonous conversations and a mind-numbing dive into a fragile woman’s psyche. I might have given it two stars as the narration was well done, but that ending enraged me to no end.
tl;dr Tedious details, a problematic relationship, and a terrible ending had me hating this book until the bitter end.