This is the story of a young woman whose wit and charm are her ticket to a privileged life. She constantly reinvents herself and changes identity as she crisscrosses the world. There might have been a murder, or maybe 2. There could be a bad romance, or maybe 3. She refuses to give people what they want from her, and refuses to be the person she once was.
I was incredibly confused for almost the entire book. In only about the last 50 pages did anything make sense. This book had so many time frames, it told small stories from years ago, weeks ago, months ago, and the present. It...
I was immediately charmed by Ferry’s first chapter, which begins “Sometimes I try to show my students the power of the story by telling them one.” He then continues to do so, complete with Princess Bride-esque interruptions by his students.
Is there a fiction genre called "cozy horror"? There should be: Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Lived In The Castle deserves a category of its own. On the surface it is a story about two sisters who live an idyllic, almost fairy-tale existence in their ancestral mansion with their senile, wheelchair-bound Uncle Julian.