Everytime I pickup a book by Shirley Jackson, I think, "There's no way it'll be as good as the last one." Once again I have been proven wrong. The writing in The Haunting of Hill House is beautiful and the story haunting. Instead of hitting you over the head with the spooky, it slowly creeps into the story. By the end, the sense that something is off with Eleanor fully penetrates your conciousness, just in time for the curtains. I love that slow build-up of wrongness and I will have to reread this book one day.