A review by sweetteeth
Hell House by Richard Matheson

Did not finish book. Stopped at 4%.

I'm sure this book is lovely and has lots to offer someone. It was just so painfully obvious that it was written by a man in 1971 whenever the narrative followed a woman. I see no reason to keep reading when there's a whole cosmos of fresh and delightful horror out there, starring characters that wrap their fists around my heart and squeeze. We all die someday after all.