I am only halfway through the novel, but within 50 pages or so I could completely see why so many people consider this a primary “comfort read.” Unless some antipathetic turn should come in the second half, I expect I will feel the same way.
I know, of course, the mystery of the demoniacal laughter on the third floor. I have even read Wide Sargasso Sea. Rarely if ever do I feel “spoiled” by knowing the plot of a novel, but this time I do a little bit. The romance excites me unexpectedly; would I be more excited by the mystery if I didn’t know the resolution?
I love the simultaneous desires with a book like this both to finish it and to keep reading it. Makes me want to take a day off work and curl up with it. Yes, all the hallmarks of the comfort read.