I had promised myself not to buy any more books until I found a place to properly store my unread ones (right now they are perilously piled up on top of each other and the risk of them falling down is too real to be overlooked). However, it was my birthday this month and I needed to give myself a present. I could have bought only one, but that wouldn’t be a proper gift. Five seemed like a good number!
My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier
After loving Rebecca, I was eager to read all the books by Daphne du Maurier. To read one every year seemed like a good goal. But when I realised that an adaptation of My Cousin Rachel had just been released, I decided to buy the book and read it this year before seeing the film.
From the blurb, this seems like quite a mysterious story, which involves a widow and her dead husband’s cousin. Continue reading