I didn’t get much time to read over the past three months. I just didn’t feel like it, I was in a bit of a slump. During that time, I was reading Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle. I’m not someone who usually studies the evolution of an author’s work throughout their career, but if you know anything about Shirley Jackson, you’d know this was one of her earlier novels. The only reason why I know...