This morning, instead of running through neighborhoods, where I’d smell the familiar Sunday morning scents of warm coffee, salty bacon, and sweet pancakes, I decided to run into the hills, away from people, and into the corn. Big mistake. Until I was in it, I didn’t think about the corn. The stalks, with their green … Continue reading Bad idea
“We cannot say, ‘It was my imagination,’ because three other people were there too.” “I could say,” Eleanor put in, smiling, “ ‘All three of you are in my imagination; none of this is real.’ ” -Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House I just read The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, and … Continue reading The Haunting of Hill House: Holy Crap.