Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca was the book club pick that got under Kim's skin. She took no pleasure in watching the timid heroine contort herself in a desperate attempt to live up to the memory of her aloof husband's dauntingly beautiful, now-dead first wife. Kim had thrown the book across the room when--hundreds of pages in--the husband revealed that he'd hated his first wife and loved the newbie exactly as she was. Why the fuck hadn't he said so back in chapter one? 22