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Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca (1938) is one of those books I get tweenager-at-a-pop-concert giddy over. I. LOVE. IT. So i’m always a little sad when I meet people who haven’t yet had the pleasure of reading it. Lucky for them (and me), the good people at Lip Magazine gave me some space to share why Rebecca is one of the books you should have read by now.

You can read what I wrote here.