Jamaica Inn by Daphne du Maurier

I read this book last night.


I stayed up late to finish it. And wished I hadn’t. It looks innocent enough by light of day - but it was quite another thing at night!

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The house was dark and quiet. Too quiet. The back door creaked as I opened it to let the dog out into a wind-whipped night, and standing there waiting for her, I felt a chill as if I were Mary Yellen standing on lonely Bodmin Moor waiting for smugglers to rattle by.

Reading atmospherically-charged novels late at night is dangerous business.