Rebecca

[maamajullah]

Hi y'all!
What is the difference between the
Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier
and
Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier and Sally Beauman?

Which one should i read?

OMG - look you can stay in a house on the estate.

Califraunkincense - I know, but it fed that urge. But not just to have stationery, to actually use it (which I'm not so good at doing - tend to keep it to stroke use for best)

Noooooooooooooooooo, don't tell everyone!!!!

Gah, you're all booking your holidays aren't you?

'Every woman should read 'Rebecca' it teaches us so much about ourselves!'

Too right! Like give chaps like Mr de Winter a swerve big style.

god Expat. I really used to fancy him! but maybe you have a point since I am posting from Lone Parents these days

he's one of those passive-aggressive types you mistake for brooding and handsome when you're young and stupid like the second Mrs de Winter.

then you grow up and realise what a twonk he's been for not levelling with you ages ago.

still liking brooding and handsome

then think about the hell he put the second Mrs de Winter through before he told her the truth .

twat.

even when i was 20, i wouldn't have touched him with a ten-foot barge pole after finding out all his baggage.

and the second he let that Mrs Danvers carry on i'd have left skidmarks on the driveway to Manderley and you wouldn't have seen me for dust.

pmsl
but it was a kind of happy ending? eating Marmalade somewhere in Europe, finally at one with each other?

no kids.

still living with the shadow of what happened out of a suitcase in hotels.

no home, no friends, no social life, no activities.

she was all of about 23 years old and living that kind of life with this emotionally scarred old bugger?

pathetic. not happy at all.

empty and sad.

no kids? room service?
You're probably right. I do find these types enormously appealing, however. And kind of racketing around Europe rootlessly does sometimes have the edge over another trip to the Asda. Probably a socio-economic thing.

i roamed around like that for most of my twenties.

it's lonely as hell after a while. it was good at first, but after a few years i felt rootless and ultimately empty and lacking.

There's only one Rebecca adn it's by Daphne du Maurier.

I quite enjoyed the rootlessness of my twenties. Maybe that's it. Misplaced nostalgia.

it got old to me after a while.

especially if i had a clammed-up scarred piece of baggage like Max de Winter for company.

that would have gotten old fast, no pun intended.

I dunno, still fancy him. One woman's meat and all that! You seem happy with life exp. And so am I, in my way. I know that really I'm too old and busy to dance round a M de W, but can feel the appeal.

I'd have found him too boring, especially at the second Mrs de Winter's age .

But he loves her and she loves him. The truth, the one thing she can't see until the end, is that she really is the love of his life like he is the love of hers.

(tries hard not to tell too much about the plot for those who have yet to read it.)

mmm , 23 - actually by then I'd divorced a man quite similar and was seeing a rather athletic Singaporean. Handsome, rich, tortured remains quite a draw tho. Always quite admired Rebecca, too. I think it's the elegance of it all. Like I say, beats the school run in your wellies.

ah, see, i desperately wanted children and was with a man who didn't.

so i'd take the school run in wellies any day, me.

i don't believe in love of my life, at least not for me in the romantic sense.

i thought it all seemed a rather lonely existence at the end, as faceless and characterless as all those hotels they stayed in.

he was also a bit of a wet girl's blouse, IMO.

Manderley is the love of his life.

yeah. he never gets over Manderley.

spinelss excuse for a man.

But I can get that! those endless teas on the lawn ...
I like the Big Love stuff. It's done so well too, nothing like the chocolate stuffing novelist in Little Britain

Can I be honest???

I think the ending isn't extremely important - It isn't about the ending... it is about how women compare themselves to others and are threatened by other womens' seeming success. It is about the difference of strength as a facade and inner strength - that what we think of others has a bigger influence on our respose to them than what is actually true.

No?