So ... and you won't hear me admit this very often ... but ... I was wrong (!) about Netflix's ten episode adaptation of Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House, which, as faithful listeners know, is my favorite novel of all time.
I'll save my actual review for the episode Katya and I have planned in a few weeks (oh yeah; This Place Scares Us still exists, don't fret about that; technical difficulties may slow us but never stop us permanently!), but I just wanted to stop by to say ... RUN! RUN! RUN! OH MY GOOD GAY GOD, RUN! RUN TO YOUR NETFLIX! OPEN YOUR NETFLIX! PLAY THE EPISODES, PLAY THE EPISODES! Whew! That was a narrow escape. I was afraid that my own doubts and fears might have prevented you from trying it out, and that I will not have.
I will say that it is fraught with Easter Eggs for those of us that love the book; no spoilers, I promise, but here are a few:
Nell's name.
Her age.
Her cup(s).
Her doctor.
And, of course, the names of most of the characters.
Go. Watch. I'll wait.
In the night.
In the dark.
You too can pick up your very own copy of The Haunting of Hill House just like I did (I got mine at Barnes and Noble; Amazon never shipped the copy I pre-ordered; if you're feeling brave, you can try here).
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