I’m 8 books down for the month, having finished Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived In The Castle around 6 this morning. I’ve had this book on my “to do” list for a few years now.
Here is the synopsis from Barnes and Noble
Taking readers deep into a labyrinth of dark neurosis, We Have Always Lived in the Castle is a deliciously unsettling novel about a perverse, isolated, and possibly murderous family and the struggle that ensues when a cousin arrives at their estate.
And the synopsis from Amazon
Alone since four members of the family died of arsenic poisoning, Merricat, Constance and Julian Blackwood spend their days in happy isolation until cousin Charles appears.
I think the first thing I said when I finished the book was, “wow, that was weird”. Which is a good thing, to me! I love weird. I’ve heard this book described as a horror (as Shirley Jackson wrote some horror novels), but I don’t really know if that is a true representation of this novel. Sure, it has some horrific people, and our protagonist Merricat is disturbed and performs magic rituals to keep their house safe. But it’s not really horror in the sense that Stephen King’s IT, is horror. It’s more psychological than that, and delves into the horrors that human nature can produce out of fear and spite. I wasn’t really sure what I was getting myself into when I started reading this book, but I really enjoyed it!