Words can never quite express the love I feel for this book. I first discovered du Maurier when I was 16, one of my best friends suggested it to me after she loved it. It’s since been one of my favourite books. I genuinely cannot put in to words how much I adore this book. It’s now one of those books that I read more slowly to just savour, to find new things in because I just don’t want to let it go too soon.
My only issue is that I didn’t have a blanket in which to snuggle in when reading this. Ideally I would have had a mighty fluffy blanket, hot chocolate, a onesie and a full, uninterrupted Saturday to enjoy this. Alas, that didn’t happen but I don’t mind. Spreading this book over several days I seemed to appreciate it more, oddly enough.
Acording to goodreads, this is the 7th time I’ve read this book. I don’t think (other than the Harry Potter series) I’ve read any other book more than twice. So I think I’m going to build on the review that I have established and edited over the years and tell you why this book is amazing.