I recently finished reading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. Before that I'd been on a mostly non-fiction streak, and this was just what I needed to dive back into fiction. This is one of the most evocative, sensory books I've ever read. du Maurier is a master at capturing scents, flowers, landscapes, and mood. I haven't yet watched the Hitchcock film version, as I'm a little wary of the altered ending and the fact that Maxim de Winter is not Cary Grant(as he was in my head!). However, I'm sure I'll give in soon because it has gotten me dreaming of lonely English manors and everyday(albeit aristocratic) '30s style.