I had forgotten...
just how creepyThe House Next Door by Anne Rivers Siddons is. I read it about twenty years ago and had more or less forgotten about it until a friend at work mentioned that she was reading it. She tossed me her copy when she was finished and I re-read it in two days. Another friend bought it but hasn’t started reading yet. A spectacular beach read. And I’m thinking we should have a rectory discussion group about this book as an allegory of modern popular culture as a tool of evil. (Or that’s the way I see it now. When I first read it, I thought it was just a scary book. And I enjoyed the fact that the evil house is ultra-modern and freshly built. I'm not particularly fond of sleek, modern homes.)