2018: WOW what a slog! I was interested and hooked in the beginning, and then I was just plain curious, until ultimately I had lost nearly all hope for these ridiculous pantomimes of people and just wanted to story to end. I'm not sure if the book lost me because it was published in the 30's and I am not accustomed to reading prose from that time (although I would like to think of myself as someone who has read enough to be able to withstand some slightly outdated dialogue) or if the story just lost all its appeal. du Maurier did this weird thing where the reader learns all there is to learn about halfway through, and after that, you're just waiting for the rest of the characters to catch up. Which is BORING as hell if they don't even have any good reactions during it. There's a nice twist at the very end, but if you have read any other myself novel published in the last 100 years, you can guess it ahead of time. Maybe she was one of the first to do so and I should give her more credit?