Manderley Forever

Her macabre and fascinating world produced a complex, surprisingly dark oeuvre, far removed from the “romantic novelist” she was unfairly labelled as.

I studied her books, her voice, the look in her eyes, the way she walked, the sound of her laughter.

It was Daphne du Maurier who bequeathed me my taste (or obsession) for houses, for family secrets, for the memories held by walls.