We read this book for
bibliogoth a month ago and I have to say I was rather disappointed. I normally love Victorian ghost stories but this one just didn’t do it for me. Part of the problem may have been that it was an American author and I’m not a fan of 90 percent of American fiction. I am also not a big fan of children. While there are several ghost stories where they can be suitably creepy I didn’t think that it was the case in this one. For me the creepiest thing about the book was the woman’s obsession with the children. Her motivation didn’t make sense, and she just came across as totally bonkers.
The ghosts were rather disappointing, it sounded like there might have been an interesting story behind their deaths, but the way they were presented, doing nothing besides just appearing, seemed very dull. At the meeting there was a lot of discussion about whether or not they were actually real, most people seemed to think that they were a figment of the woman’s imagination, especially those who were reading it for the second time.
I tried reading a couple of the other short stories in the collection,
The romance of certain old clothes also seemed to have women carrying out negative stereotypes, in this case obsessed with clothes and wealth. And again the supernatural element was at a minimum. In the end I just couldn’t be bothered to read any more of the stories as there are much more enjoyable Victorian ghost stories out there.