Christina
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I don’t usually read books more than once, but I must have read Daphne du Maurier’s classic, Rebecca, six or seven times since I discovered it in my teens.
I love Daphne du Maurier s writing and her clever, haunting plot, but I honestly didn’t see the parallels between the novel and my own life. Not until Jake held a party so I could meet his friends.
I mean, I knew he’d been married because he told me that when we first met in the Algarve, but I didn’t know there was a mystery surrounding the end of his marriage, and I didn’t realise that Christina had been beautiful – until Veronica sidled up to me at the party and looked me up and down.
‘You’re nothing like Christina,’ she said.
‘Aren’t I?’ I replied as alarm bells rang in my head. ‘What was she like, then?’
‘She was stunning,’ Veronica said. ‘Tall and dark with a figure to die for. I reckon she could have been a model if she’d wanted, but she told me
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