moving under skies
NYRB Classics collector. Reads anything, so long as it's good. Sometimes historian. Frequently grumpy: you've been warned. Also at aliceunderskies.tumblr.com.
The Haunting of Hill House
I would recommend this (and I often do--Jackson is one of my workplace fallbacks when customers ask me what to read) to very brave sorts. Of which, alas, I am not. All of Shirley Jackson's books probably deserve another star from me but I cannot bring myself to begrudge them on grounds of permanent damage. Her horror stories are so psychological and probing that they make me feel a bit mad when I read them, and this book has stayed with me forcefully. Her stories--and this one in particular--are disorienting and twisty and gloriously gothic. It's what makes them so terrifying, but also so good.
