Dust off your classics is a feature created by myself and Trish @ Between My Lines. Read the startup post here and join in if you want! It's not a yearly challenge, nor is it a challenge that requires any certain number of books or check ins. This is probably why it's become so successful! At least for Trish and myself, we find ourselves reading more and more classics as we go along :L
So while most of you are familiar with my sporadic classics posts after I finish reading a classic, I have something new to share! Instead of waiting a few months to complete a classic; I decided (since the classics I've been choosing to read happen to be really enjoyable) to share some sort of post with you while I'm reading these classics. This time it's a teaser, but it will be anything from a
I got the idea a few weeks ago while reading Rebecca. I have never read this book before and even though everyone raved about it, and it's the favorite book of many a woman I respect, I just didn't know how I would react. Anyway, I started and within the first few pages I just had to get out my pencil and start underlining quotes. I don't do that often, and I just am so excited!
It's the type of book that has so many excellent lines, I thought it would be perfect to do a teaser post! :D So here's my teaser for Rebecca, (all of the quotes are from the beginning portion of the book, due to the fact that I haven't finished yet! xP It's starting to get very chilling..although I can't help but feel sorry for the main character (whose name we do not yet know); I also feel a bit bad for her passivity of character.
A little bit about Rebecca….
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again…" With these words the reader is ushered into an isolated gray stone mansion on the windswept Cornish coast, as the second Mrs. Maxim de Winter recalls the chilling events that transpired as she began her new life as the young bride of a husband she barely knew. For in every corner of every room were phantoms of a time dead but not forgotten— a past devotedly preserved by the sinister housekeeper, Mrs. Danvers, a suite immaculate and untouched, clothing laid out and ready to be worn, but not by any of the great house's current occupants. With an eerie presentiment of evil tightening her heart, the second Mrs. de Winter walked in the shadow of her mysterious predecessor, determined to uncover the darkest secrets and shattering truths about Maxim's first wife— the late and hauntingly beautiful Rebecca.
"His face was arresting, sensitive, medieval in some strange inexplicable way, and I was reminded of a portrait seen in a gallery I had forgotten where, of a certain Gentleman Unknown. Could one but rob him of his English tweeds, and put him in black, with lace at his throat and wrists, he would stare down at us in our new world from a long distant past— a past where men walked cloaked at night, and stood in the shadow of old doorways, a past of narrow stairways and dim dungeons, a past of whispers in the dark, of shimmering rapier blades, of silent exquisite courtesy." [page 15]This is just one example of the beautiful prose that I have (so far) encountered in this book. I mean…c'mon. This is just divine. I bolded the part that I actually took a pen out and underlined my book. I very rarely do this—that's how much I wanted to mark this passage and keep it tucked away so that I would always refer to it when I thought about this book.
The teaser, by the way, is describing Maxim, the mysterious and dark man / newly found husband of our heroine. He is also the man who was married to Rebecca, of which we only have hints at her identity (so far)..
My shyness fell away from me, loosening as it did so my reluctant tongue, and out they all came, the little secrets of childhood, the pleasures and the pains. It seemed to me as though he understood, from my poor description, something of the vibrant personality that had been my father's, and something too of the love my mother had for him, making it a vital, living force, with a spark of divinity about it, so much that when he died that desperate winter, struck down by pneumonia, she lingered behind him for five short weeks and stayed no more. [page 24]
In case I hadn't convinced you of the beauty of this novel's prose— I had to include another teaser. I just read this and felt what the author was describing. It also—not gonna lie— made me tear up a bit. At 24 pages in I can't say enough that this is pretty insane! ^_^
I can't wait to slowly devour this classic gothic romance. :h