What the fuck did I just read?

Oh, this book. This book is crazy, intriguing, compelling, disturbing and unaccountable.
I feel like maybe I should just turn right around and read it again because I have NO IDEA WHAT JUST HAPPENED.
Dayum, can Daphne du Maurier tell stories or what.
I think that this was actually better than Rebecca, and it was for sure better than Jamaica Inn.