daphne du maurier haunts me. not only do her books reverberate with ghosts (of the past, imagination, emotion to name a few) but her writing stays with you, your mind being tormented by the tales she's told you. even as i read this book, i found myself comparing it to rebecca. i would deeply love to compare those two books here, especially their haunted aspects but i love the book enough not to want to possibly ruin that adventure for anybody who may read these remarks. suffice to say that i found my cousin rachel gripping, frustrating, harrowing, and i do not think i shall forget her any sooner that i shall forget rebecca de winter, never having met her.