We Have Always Lived in the Castle
We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson Such a weird, moody, creepy (but still good!) book. Merricat Blackwood and her sister Constance live in their large family estate along with their invalid Uncle Julian. From the start the reader sees that Merricat has a very distinct voice, a unique perspective on the world, and a strong belief in her own power over it. For example, the book begins with: “My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all, I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in our family is dead.” The sisters are mostly withdrawn from & unbothered by the world. Except of course on the