I think I started this twice before but never finished it. This time I made it to the end. It's one of the few books my rather unliterary father seemed to have been impressed with in his youth. Highly melodramatic: the good are very good, the bad are very bad. Some stock characters grow tiresome. The work had a considerable vogue during the heyday of romanticism, then migrated to the category of children's literature. Highly politically incorrect with overt anti-Semitism, but this is undercut by Rebecca's stealing the show.