From an early age I have always been encouraged to read; my Mum and I both share a passion for books and have helped each other through many book hangovers. For me, a book is a friend. It can help you through difficult periods and make life seem a little less lonely. A book somehow always understands when no-one else can, and to be able to share this passion with others is a privilege. Put simply, I love to read, and here are just some of the books that have made me who I am today.
Rebecca // Daphne Du Maurier
Du Maurier suffered with anxiety whilst writing this novel and it bleeds into her work, particularly influencing the nameless Mrs De Winter. Rebecca is a 1920s Gothic novel, focusing on the metaphorical haunting of Manderly by Maxim De Winter’s first wife. This book showed me that I was not alone with my feelings of isolation and inadequacy. More importantly, it made me realise that the only opinions I needed to worry about were my own. When I read it again 2 years later I re-discovered my love for this novel; this time I could truly appreciate its intelligence and it would yet again guide me through a difficult period in my life. Rebecca will always have a place on my bookshelf, and in my heart.