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The ooky spookies have commenced. I’m loving this

Agh, BALLER concepts for each storyline! Heart wrenching!!

“Around them the house steadied and located them,”

Horror for spooky season! So good so far.

“She wants her cup of stars.”

“She shivered and thought, the words coming freely into her mind, Hill House is vile, it is diseased; get away from here at once.”

“Exoticism cannot alter the countenance of a house; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.”

“It was a bright winter morning when I arrived on Buck’s Peak. I remember the crisp smell of frozen earth as I approached the house and the feel of ice and gravel crunching beneath my boots.”

This undoubtedly paints a similar portrait as Joseph Smith History 1:14. I wonder if this was intentional or if it’s just me making connections. These writings did shape Tara’s childhood after all.

lil confused about the metaphorical shootout, but still having a great time

Gosh, the lengths that people go to to be right.

“I loved the sensation of conformity. Learning to dance felt like learning to belong.”

“where the houses are few and the streetlights fewer, where starlight goes unchallenged.”

“baptized by blasts of boiling-hot water”

“star-spangled hammers”

Genuinely so insane how deep people get into religious psychosis. It’s unfortunate that it’s prevalent in the religion that I love. It’s also bizarre feeling a sense of familiarity (certainly not to this extreme) in my dad’s parenting growing up. My dad’s not crazy, but the core values hit home.

“he was deaf to the raucous music of our lives, and we were deaf to the serene polyphony of his.”

“Her hair pushes out of her head in tight curls,”

“except for the occasional vexed glare she throws the clock when it tells her it’s still too early for bed.”

Big reading time at the Big O Tires

I like the journal and interview entries, but I am not a fan of the third person main story.

I’ve already read the first half, so I started mostly done

Yes I’ve cried, and???

“After twenty opening-day deaths, we’re rewarded with a lull in bloodshed. Our performance has been satisfactory.”

“Tear-soaked, blood-soaked, misery-soaked, I lay on my side and curl myself around the base of the tree trunk.”

“spiky holiday hallucination”

“The hovercraft approaches, a vulture hungry for the remains of our allies.”

“rare and radiant”

“[The] domed ceiling frames a piece of the evening sky.”

“I’ve only ever been in an automobile a handful of times. . . Never when I couldn’t see out. Never when I was being taken to die. No light, no air. Like they buried me already.”

“I attempt to rouse her, try to find her pulse, but she has flown her body.“

The alpha talk and the scoring of the book-worthy kisses is really sickening too.