“Rebecca” by Daphne du Maurier.
Aaah, this is one of my favourite books. I first read it when I was fourteen, but haven’t read it for years. I decided to re-read it now because I needed to read something very English after the Nazi-fest of Fatherland, but mainly I re-read it because I remembered that the narrator had a black cocker spaniel called Jasper, and I wanted to see if he was as naughty as my little cocker spaniel. (He’s not.)
What a great book – it’s still one of my favourites. And I’m quite jealous of anyone who hasn’t read it yet as they get to read it for the first time.