Spoilers. Beware.

Man Review: Don’t bother reading the book, but watch the movie.

Regular Review: Rebecca, by Daphne Du Maas;dfladfj (I’m too lazy too look up the last name), started out as a Jane Austen kinda tale. A less than awesomely positioned young lady meets a man who thinks she’s the shiz and proposes. She travels to his home, where the influence of the guy’s first wife (Rebecca) is all over the place.

Everyone thinks Rebecca was the bomb and the narrator spends the whole book talking about how much she stinks compared to Rebecca. The Austen-esque bit starts to fade when the narrator learns that her husband killed Rebecca.

Because, actually, Rebecca was super-evil. She slept around with everyone she met and kinda threw it in her husband’s face. She used her maid to cover for her. She put up a good show about being a proper lady of the house, so the husband wouldn’t have a leg to stand on if he tried to divorce her. The final straw was one night when Rebecca basically tells her husband she’s pregnant with another guy’s baby, who she’s going to raise as theirs, and the kid will inherit all the land and whatnot and hubs can’t do a thing about it.

So it turns out that Rebecca’s “accidental” death wasn’t an accident. But then the narrator and her hubs try to lie him out of it and start to get caught up in a web of lies. But THEN, in a morbid twist, the hubs gets cleared. And THEN the book ends with their entire lives being destroyed.

Freakin’ weird book.

I liked it a lot.

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  • September 20, 2013 at 1:28 pm
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    Sounds good. I want to read it!

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