![]() ![]() ![]() So far, a typical horror scenario, and when Johnson speaks, over the phone from her home in Oxford, she tells me of her love of horror films: “I grew up on ‘Hallowe’en’,” she says, and enthusiastically reels off a list of horror classics-“The Exorcist”, “Night of the Living Dead”, “Nightmare on Elm Street”-which influenced her. When they arrive at the remote, decaying Settle House, it is clear that the sisters are isolated, seemingly far from civilization and trapped in a place where strange, inexplicable things soon start to happen. ![]() It seems that they are fleeing their home in Oxford after something undisclosed but awful happened at the girls’ school. July narrates as she and her older sister September are driven by their mother, Sheela, to a rental house somewhere on the North Yorkshire coast. ![]() My sister is waiting for me.” So begins Daisy Johnson’s extraordinary second novel, Sisters, a short, sharp virtuoso tale of literary horror with a stop-you-in-your-tracks ending that casts the entire novel in a different light. My sister is the end of the line my sister is the locked door my sister is a shot in the dark. ![]()
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