Her true grace!

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She was compassion, true to kindness and mercy, I was just passion, a small drizzle to her ocean, She was fire, of the cruel winters and the darkest nights, I was just ashes, dust of the fire that followed to her ends, She was sky, a blue infinity to my finite capacities, I was just a cloud, clouded by inconsistencies in her vastness, She was harmony, a gentle and caressing melody to ears, I was just a voice, dancing in the rhythm of her melody, She was more, further than the senses could draw, I was just less, trivial to the grace she instilled.
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Summary of the book "Rebecca" by Daphne Du Maurier

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“Rebecca” is a 1938 classic gothic novel with a tone of psychological thriller. The book encompasses elements of love, suspense, thrill and insanity with underlying bleak atmosphere. It keeps you satiated with variety of complex character developments and suspense of what comes next. Rebecca explores the intricate depths of dark human tendencies and eerie desires. It makes you crave more and just not enough and the left side of the pages thickens by the time you take notice of the moment.

The book follows an unnamed girl with blooming youth who makes an acquaintance with the owner of Cornwall estate of Manderley, Maxim de Winter. Mr de Winter is a wealthy and charismatic man in his 40s and Manderley is a regal English manor house bequeathed to Mr de Winter as an ancestral property. The plot of the story develops when the young girl and the widowed Mr de Winter decide to engage in matrimony. When the young girl is pronounced as the wife of Maxim as Mrs de Winter, she faces the responsibilities of running Manderley in the shadow of Rebecca, Maxim deceased wife and the persisting presence of her remains in the house. Mrs. Danvers, the main antagonist and the housekeeper of Manderley with a fair obsession over late Rebecca and her charms despises the young girl as Mrs de Winter. The story then progresses with the young Mrs de Winter making an effort to delve into familiarizing herself with the Manderley and its rituals.

The vivid imagery of Manderley and its vicinity with its melancholic undertones sets the perfect mood for someone who fancies gothic ambience. The author perfectly blends beauty with spine-chilling sinister. The story builds with more ominous elements and intensity as you turn pages. Memories of Rebecca lingering all over the Manderley haunts the narrator in a subtle undercurrent. The unease and intrigue follow everywhere Rebecca is whispered within the walls of Manderley.

The narrative unfolds in layers keeping the ignition just enough to push through the pages in no time. Simplicity of the language used in this timeless masterpiece adds more appeal to it. The symbolic use of dark atmosphere and iconic Manderley establishes some sense of proximity with the gloomy secrets buried deep in the abyss of the atmosphere of Manderley itself. Shades of grey within the characters, the atmospheric setting and the theme of story itself makes it an interesting read for someone seeking thrill within words. Rebecca, being a timeless classic surviving critiques and criticisms through the course of time across generation of readers deserves a chance to be read by people who love the way with words. So, it is a must-read classic and recommended to everyone who adores reading.

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