There is a lot to unpack when it comes to the philosophical navigation of the world and the hypocrisy everywhere. But this was a product of its time and it really doesn't transfer well on modern audiences

Such difficult feelings to express... I have been left with more questions after the ending than I had in the beginning This year I have been unintentionally falling into a pattern of books where the characters slowly succumb to madness for haunting of hill house to officially seal the curse

What I will say for sure is that I hardly connect with characters as much as I did with Eleanor even if she is such a complicated case. Because the thing is... The book is completely different of the legacy following it. It's not some gothic haunted house mystery, at least not really. I would like to think of Hill House as this deep retrospect on isolation and disconnect.

• the curse of Hill House starts with a broken family, a patriarch building this home and losing three wives in it then raising two daughters deep in spiritual fear and religious discipline and later on the two sisters bring about the huge schism in the family that rips the family legacy's and leads to the home being passed down to stranger's blood leading to the death of another innocent woman

Now where does that bring the story? To the narrator who is the biggest mystery of all, a simple woman who was burdened with taking care of her ill mother and didn't get to have any autonomy until she was 32 years old. Then she loses everything, the minimal familiar bonds she has are fractured, she feels guilty for her mother and hates her sister. All that comes down to resentment, pure resentment and loneliness that gets the chance to run free and grasp desperately at the world when given this one chance to travel and live with a small group of odd people in the haunted Hill House. And there we get to watch how the ghosts don't simply live in the furniture of a house but inside people

Eleanor is a desperate, overthinking, compulsive liar, anxiously attached woman and by the time she gets to open herself to the world it is already too late for her. The people at the house never take her seriously, the bunch we get to see as a warm found family take a turn towards a harsh micro dose of shallowness. We witness the herd mentality, the quiet ever changing dynamics, the difference between what the narrator wishes it is and sees and what is really happening.

Sometimes things are just too late, we are haunted by expectations, we are haunted by loss and we are haunted by our own loneliness. Here I will have to mention the heavily underlying implications of queer feelings in the characters, Eleanor and Theo were an aspect of the book that I didn't expect but only pushed harder the feeling of loss and haunting. Things we can't have, things that always get unsaid (and also due to the time it was written it might have been a very prominent aspect of the book for those who could understand)

Well I am speechless. Who is haunted? Eleanor or the house? I don't know