The reason the book is called Rebecca is because, even if she was dead from the beginning of the story, Rebecca is the only interesting character in it. That is not to say the book is bad, not at all; it's charged with suspense and mystery from the moment Mr De Winter brings home wife number two, a simple young girl with the personality of a rabbit, who as soon as she arrives to Manderley is intimidated by the memory of the incomparable Rebecca, as present in her death as she was in life. Terrorized by a creepy servant who idolized her former mistress, bit by bit the second Mrs De Winter reconstructs the past of her new family and, of course Rebecca's. In some parts the story becomes a little heavy, besides, I found the atmosphere quite depressing, but I think that adds to the story, that sense of dread that comes from feeling Rebecca's awesome presence all over the lives of those involved with Manderley. It's a very, very good book, and I'm anxious to see the movie Hithcock made based on it, only him could do justice to this kind of story. A perfect choice to read in a stormy night.