Sometimes, believe it or not, I read without the prompting of a monthly club dedicated to books. I finished one of these solo-reads just in time for the big move.
Twas Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier:
A friend described it perfectly as “Hitchcock-esque”. I love a wide variety of genres, but classic suspense really gets to me. I just think psychological buildup and rising action were done way better before the 21st century.
The main character was a sort of feeble girly-woman, but she managed to win my love through her constant anxiety and naivete. The setting was extremely well thought out, but I didn’t have to skim entire chapters describing grass or something boring. I loved every minute of it.
I might read it again right now. Ok, not right now.