Jackson is the queen of subtly blurring reality and imagination into a single, unnerving gradient. This story follows Natalie, a 17 year old just starting college, and her slow descent into solipsism and possible madness.
The more you read, the less sure you become of what has really happened, and what has been dreamed up by Natalie, who spends nearly half the pages in the book inside her own head, either imagining pulling people apart like they were dolls or moving the houses about the town as if she were a giant, or other bizarrely dark things.
This was Jackson’s first novel, and my second favorite so far, after Hill House. If you enjoy subtle strangeness and great prose, recommended.