

An unsettling and interesting read! I love Jackson! Merricat's bizarre witchy rituals, Julian's stilted rememberences, Constance's utter isolation - it's all so deeply uncomfortable. We can never know the truth, we can never trust anyone, we are all ultimately completely alone. But you have to forget those things, everyday, in order to move forward. And damn if Shirley Jackson doesn't just slap you in the face with how tenuous it all is.