A kind of cynical fairytale, Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle follows a pair of hermitic sisters as they fend off unwelcome intruders from overtaking their family estate.
This year I’ll be participating in Nonfiction November, a month-long challenge to read, write about, and discuss as much nonfiction as possible, with a themed discussion prompt posted at the start of each week.
Instead of aiming to terrify, as with the recent Netflix adaptation, Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House is a slow burn that suffocates readers with an atmosphere of dread.
There is no discovery without risk and what you risk reveals what you value.
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside.
–Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Mini reviews of two memoirs: Jeanette Winterson’s Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? and David Sedaris’s Calypso.
Ahead of Halloween I’ll be focusing on reading horror classics, from Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House to Octavia Butler’s Bloodchild and Other Stories.