Wow. Where have you been all of my life Shirley Jackson? This book is not necessarily a super scary book, but the writing SO incredible. The way she writes makes me want to roll around in her words like a blanket.
“Don’t do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again.”
I mean, seriously. Isn’t that just delicious?
The characters are generally unlikable but the banter between them is terrific. This entire story is told by an unreliable narrator that becomes even more unreliable as time goes on. It’s crazy. And it’s crazy good.
I loved this one even more! I can’t even express in words how much I love Shirley Jackson right now. What an incredible storyteller.
“My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all, I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in our family is dead.”
I love it. Her writing makes me smile. And bite my nails. And stay up too late. I don’t know how I have lived for the last 36 years and not known about this author. I’ve never been a fan of the short story, but I will definitely be picking up some of Shirley Jackson’s.