Yesterday I ate scones with jam and clotted cream at our local bookstore, and as I sipped hot tea we discussed Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. Someone pinch me. I must be dreaming. Get it? “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” Pun one hundred percent intended. I love Aesop’s Fable in Holliston, MA and now I love this haunting novel too. Read Rebecca when you are in the mood for a story about a love triangle between a dashing husband, his exquisite dead wife and her young impressionable replacement, all set in a secretive mansion. Best paired with piping scones, a clutch of eggs, glass dishes of honey, jam and marmalade, a bowl of peaches, a cluster of purple grapes with the bloom upon them still, hot from the greenhouse.