A 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.
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?
Expansive and engaging, the stories of Florida explore the lives of women who feel trapped in the eerie landscape of the Sunshine State.
Until recently, I always had avoided audiobooks. While some doubt that listening to books counts as reading, that line of thinking never has appealed to me: I just had no interest in the format, since I associated it with the monotonous books on tape that my childhood library hoarded in its cloistered back room.
Set in a village on the outskirts of Norway, Hanne Ørstavik’s Love tracks the lonesome paths a single mother and her young son take over the course of a single winter’s night.