Barbara Newhall Follett was just thirteen years old when she published The House Without Windows in 1927. The book went on to become a million-copy bestseller. Years later, as an adult herself, Barbara followed in the footsteps of her radical heroine - dissatisfied with the limitations of life as a respectable married woman, she walked out of her house one day and simply disappeared.
This is a curious book. It reads like an ethereal video game. It feels like you could jumble up all the pages and arrive at largely the same story. It's a dream, a cry for freedom, an obsession with nature, and feels like it ought to be an allegory for something.
Bewildering and wild. I can't say that I enjoyed reading this - but I'm glad I did.