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In hindsight – I probably shouldn’t have read (book #16 for those keeping score) one of the best-crafted horror novels about the mundane details of living in a nice neighborhood or (gasp!) buying your dream home.

Your dream house – why should that be scary? Why is the street so menacing? How do such normal people - that remind me of myself - get pushed to such radical measures? I don’t know… but what a great read.

GAH!

No wonder I got weirdly claustrophobic in a couple of open houses. Sure the tiny spiral staircase made me weak in the knees – and the cramped stairwell to the basement (where I had to duck at 5’4”) was small. But maybe I was having a subconscious reaction as well.

Either way – well done Anne Rivers Siddons. You did something that few people, books or films can do – you freaked me out. Well done indeed.