Hill House, not sane stood by itself against its hills holding darkness within. It had stood so for a hundred years before my family moved in and might stand a hundred more. Within, walls stood upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House. And whatever walked there walked alone
I believe most of you have heard of Jessie Burton’s marvelous debut novel The Miniaturist, especially if you’re a fan of historical fiction. It caught my eye immediately, as I’m obsessed with Dutch history and culture, so I read it the first chance I got, and I loved it!