Max de Winter: Dreamboat or Douchebag?
When I was preparing to write this column I was of the firm opinion that Maximillian de Winter was a definite douchebag. My vague memories of him, from reading the book years ago, were of a…
In Defense of the First-Person Narrator
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again… From the first time I read Rebecca, these words have been pure magic to me. Though the people around her never even call her by name, this…
I Love It, but I'm Not Sure I'd Call it Romance
I was discussing books with one of my friends. She doesn’t read much romance, but she likes urban fantasy and the occasional swashbuckling historical when she can find it. At one point, though, she told me…