This is October picks for Short & Sweet Treats Book Club. I read it one day earlier and feel so good about it, haha. 
 If I hadn't joined Short & Sweet Treats Book Club, I wouldn't have known this book is existed. I don't normally read mystery books. Well, except the Japanese ones. 
 This one starts interestingly, as we follow Mary Katherine 'Merricat' Blackwood, 18 years old, with strange fondness of burying things and poisonous mushrooms, going on weekly grocery-shopping to the town. Merricat is not a regular teenager. She lived with her seclusive older sister Constance and senile old Uncle Julian. Her sister was once convicted of murder which killed her own parents, brother, and aunt, but later was cleared of all charge. Merricat, Constance, and Uncle Julian are all that remain from the old Blackwood family, and somehow the townspeople don't treat them very nicely. 
 As this is a book of mystery genre, it is only natural if we find more question as we go through the pages. Why did the townspeople hate the Blackwoods so much? Sure, Constance was a convicted murderess, but why Merricat? If it was really Constance who did the murder, then why did Merricat and Uncle Julian was spared? What is the relation between the Blackwoods and the Rochesters, who are still living harmoniously with the townspeople, whose house is "rightfully Constance's" according to Merricat? More and more questions appeared. Some are answered, some are not. At the end of the book I let out a breath and think "That's it? That's just it?" I half expect sequels or something (which is unnecessary, I think. This is so short, just 146 pages, why not just make it longer?)...but apparently there are none. 
 One more note, Merricat's narration constantly sounds younger than her age. Her imagination, her way of coping, maybe is fit for a twelve years old, but not a girl her age. Maybe it is because she seldom meets other people after the murder of her family, beside her sister, Uncle Julian, and rare visitors she dislikes anyway. Really, a curious point and interesting to analyze. 
 If I have to make a comparison to food, 'We Have Always Lived in The Castle' is an exotic, foreign snack which is delicious but no longer being produced. When we have eaten them all, we are left with some vague longing for more, for we have still wondered what ingredients put inside to make such a taste. But, alas! We have to be satisfied, because there is no more. 
 *go to the October books discussion to read other's interpretation of this story*