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kittiwakeFridays and Tuesdays were terrible days, because I had to go into the village. Someone had to go to the library, and the grocery; Constance never went past her own garden, and Uncle Julian could not. Therefore it was not pride that took me into the village twice a week, or even stubbornness, but only the simple need for books and food.
"We Have Always Lived in the Castle" is narrated by 18-year-old Mary Katherine Blackwood, six years after four members of her family were poisoned at the dinner table. Now the remaining members of the family, Mary Katherine, her older sister Constance (who was tried and acquitted of the murders), and their Uncle Julian, live a cloistered existence at Blackwood Farm. A few old friends still come to see them, but they are ostracised by the villagers, who had it in for the family even before the murders.
This is a really eerie story; none of the remaining Blackwoods are exactly stable, and you are kept wondering which of them was the poisoner, but you are also on their side against the relentlessly hostile villagers and scheming Cousin Charles.
I picked this book up at the Birmingham BookCrossing meet yesterday, read half of it on the train home and finished it off in bed last night. I have seen this book mentioned several times recently and liked the sound of it, so when I noticed this copy on the table at the meet and saw that it was less than 200 pages long, I decided to take it.
"We Have Always Lived in the Castle" is narrated by 18-year-old Mary Katherine Blackwood, six years after four members of her family were poisoned at the dinner table. Now the remaining members of the family, Mary Katherine, her older sister Constance (who was tried and acquitted of the murders), and their Uncle Julian, live a cloistered existence at Blackwood Farm. A few old friends still come to see them, but they are ostracised by the villagers, who had it in for the family even before the murders.
This is a really eerie story; none of the remaining Blackwoods are exactly stable, and you are kept wondering which of them was the poisoner, but you are also on their side against the relentlessly hostile villagers and scheming Cousin Charles.
I picked this book up at the Birmingham BookCrossing meet yesterday, read half of it on the train home and finished it off in bed last night. I have seen this book mentioned several times recently and liked the sound of it, so when I noticed this copy on the table at the meet and saw that it was less than 200 pages long, I decided to take it.
