"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone."
Isn't that a glorious paragraph? Especially that last sentence. This book is so beautifully written.
It was also creepy, disorienting, and very unsettling.
Like We Have Always Lived in the Castle, it's one of those books that upon finishing it, you wish you could read it again for the first time.
Also, Bernadette Dunne's narration was top-notch. She really brought the book alive for me.