Have just finished reading House at Midnight by Lucie Whitehouse.
A review in the Sunday Telegraph said it was a retelling of Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca, and with that in mind you can see all sorts of inverted parallels.
The author assumes a sympathy for Oxbridge graduates, which I'm afraid not everyone feels (I certainly don't). And the male characters are two-dimensional. Also the "character" of the house (gothic, brooding, conscious) never really manifests itself in a way that is tangible.
What I enjoyed most about this book was the narrator's sense of self-awareness. At times she behaves appallingly - jealous, lustful (her head is turned when she voyeuristically sees Greg naked), petty, nerdish (the scenes at a provincial newspaper are wonderful), paranoid. As a character she is absolutely convincing.
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