silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
Part 1 was a great introduction to Eleanor and getting me to become connected with her.
Without ever wanting to become reserved and shy, she had spent so long alone, with no one to love, that it was difficult for her to talk, even casually, to another person without self-consciousness and an awkward inability to find words.
The horror hasn't really started up yet, as she has just arrived at the house, but there is a sense of anticipated dread as I know this is a horror story. What I have really gotten from this is how freaking sad, not only some of the circumstances of Eleanor's life, but the true message of how we can let others control or steal our shine in favor of fitting in.
Don’t do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don’t do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.
This kind of sets it up, especially with Eleanor "stealing" the car, that Eleanor has felt her life passing her by and this is her step and moment into gaining control and power, thus providing reason for why she might head into something someone else would clearly see as dangerous. I could probably think of other ways to gain autonomy but who knows, maybe haunted houses are the way to go. The line about the house and people walking alone and then Eleanor seemingly walking alone in life could maybe foreshadow a connection between the two.
A couple glimpses of the other characters but Eleanor is clearly the star.
The house was vile. She shivered and thought, the words coming freely into her mind, Hill House is vile, it is diseased; get away from here at once.
I'm guessing part 2 is about to get more haunt-y
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