So The Haunting of Hill House has been called one of the best literary ghost stories of the twentieth century. It was also a finalist for the National Book Award. There are have two major movies based on the book, The Haunting in 1963 and The Haunting is 1999.
I don't know.
It just didn't do it for me.
That's terrible, isn't it? And it probably says more about my taste than the book, because everyone loves The Haunting of Hill House. It's a classic. It's on the list of every horror writer's favorite books. And it is literary.
But I can't lie, and I can't pretend it held up over the years. And I can't pretend that I wasn't annoyed by the characters and disappointed that they all didn't perish! (Okay, that is an exaggeration...kinda).
IMHO, it is self-important, boring and not scary at all. The whole love thing between the two women is ridiculous and so tiresome. If Jackson wanted to write a book about two women and their repressed sexuality, then she just should have and not tired to make it into a horror novel so that people who are looking for a horror novel wouldn't have to suffer through something so totally uninteresting. Some parts are funny, but this was just a pure waste of time for me. Yawn.
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