Another novel I read because of Stephen King’s Danse Macabre which he reads in that book as a recent (1982 for DM, and 1978 for this novel) example of horror fiction. And I think that this one, still quite well-known, is a bit of a hidden gem, especially given that Anne Rivers Siddon is more known for beachy society books than horror or thriller novels. So this book asks the question about whether or not a house can be created “haunted”? We meet the Kennedys, a […]