Really glad I started with Shirley Jackson’s debut novel as my first ever read by her. Honestly it wasn’t until halfway that I started getting a bit more into it. A very slow burn deep character analyzation where each chapter is set up with multiple vignettes looking into the lives of the residents of Pepper Street. 

Not conventionally scary, but more so an eerie feeling as you read about these people that seem so out of touch with reality on how terrible they are and how monstrous their children are because of them. The last 30 or so pages I did not expect and kind of breathed new life into the book for me.