Lily James looks as if she might be believable. The first time I read Rebecca, I was immersed so fully that I failed to notice the protagonist had no name – she was me, and I was her.
This photograph always makes me smile. I close my eyes and hear my daughter giggling in her pram. It’s a second-hand green Silver Cross with a rather fancy canopy and my daughter’s wearing a yellow and white gingham romper suit and a wide brimmed sun hat. I see her two pearly teeth in her cute little gummy smile.