Pony gave me a copy of Rebecca to read.
It’s supposed to be a really good book. I guess it is. But… I’m fairly certain that there are four main characters at this point (roughly page 90).
The unnamed chick.
The “I’m way past all these silly bourgeois conventions because I refuse to grow a soul and heal” husband.
The unnamed chick’s inferiority complex.
The unnamed chick’s weird ideas.
So far, for certain #1 and #2 will surely change, because I’m not even a quarter of the way in yet… but it’s been at least sixty pages of Character Four Flogging Character Three, and Character Three making Character One miserable.