“I recall most vividly the house itself, which struck me as an absolute mansion. I remember its lovely ageing details: the worn red brick, the cockled window glass, the weathered sandstone edgings. They made it look blurred and slightly uncertain–like an ice, I thought, just beginning to melt in the sun.”
The Little Stranger, Sarah Waters
I could tell you that the story is a gripping page turner in the style of an extended piece by Edgar Allan Poe, ripe with post WWII history, crumbling mansions, the ramifications of class warfare, madness, decay, ruin, mystery, love, and a haunting, but all I really need to say is that I read it in three nights, stayed up way past my bedtime (in spite of the fact that the book gave me the creeps), and now want to read everything by Sarah Waters.
This is the best book I’ve read in a long time, and I urge you to read it immediately.