A deeply morbid short story collection that I think about all the time, since first reading it over twenty years ago. Do middle-grade books go this dark anymore?
This anthology is made up of seven ghost stories. All of them deal with death head-on, and often in a way that's more sad than scary. Reading this book in elementary school was the first time it really sank in for me that children die sometimes. I think there should be more books aimed at kids that address that.
"Drop by Drop," the first story in the collection, is one I still think about all the time. Like, at least once a week. A teenage girl who's just moved into a new home with her family is confronted by the ghost of a missing girl, who seems to want something from her. At eleven years old, it singlehandedly scared me out of drinking and driving more effectively than any PSA ever did. The imagery of the big reveal was seared into my mind, and it's still disturbing all these years later.
"October Chill" is the other story that really stuck with me. A teenage girl with terminal cancer meets a ghost boy she likes. An extremely formative story for me. Incredibly sad and a little ambiguous. I also think about those last lines like once a week.
I didn't really remember any of the others, but I liked most of them on this read. "Dancing with Marjorie's Ghost" and "The Ghost" are shorter and more lighthearted, and are placed between some of the heavier stories to break things up a little. "Dancing with Marjorie's Ghost" is about a recently deceased woman who gets well-deserved vengeance on her terrible husband. "The Ghost" has a teeny tiny twist at the end that's pretty fun.
"For Love of Him" is about a boy who becomes fixated on the tombstones of two long-dead young lovers. This was the creepiest story to me. There's a real slow-building dread as the main character loses control over himself, and a lot of tension over exactly how it will end. Thankfully, there's a surprisingly heartwarming reprieve.
"Shadow Brother" is the darkest story in the collection by far. A girl's older brother is pressured to fight in the Vietnam War by their father. When her brother dies, her father starts insisting he's being haunted by his dead son, who seems to want revenge. A deeply sad story about how grief can shatter a family. It leaves a lot of room for ambiguity; is the father simply being haunted by his own guilt? Or has Kevin really come back to take his dad to the grave with him? There are no easy answers in the end, and I'm surprised this one didn't stick with me more. It really got under my skin as an adult. I honestly think my baby brain didn't have the capacity to fully process it at the time.
I do remember not caring for the final story of the collection, also called "Being Dead." It's still my least favorite. It's about a newspaper boy who is accidentally killed during the Great Depression, and wants to get the last bit of money he earned back to his family. It comes after "October Chill," which is extremely melancholy and ends on a sentence that's been rattling around in my head for decades. "Being Dead" has an incongruously irreverent tone that seems intended to give the readers a reprieve from the despair of the previous story. It's clearly meant to end the book on a relatively lighter note, but it just didn't work for me. And rather than letting the reader sit with uncertainty like the previous stories did, this one has the main character interacting with the voice of God, who keeps interrupting scenes to explain the Ghostly Rules to him. It honestly feels insulting, after all the other stories treated the reader so maturely. It does end with a touching moment, and the rest of the collection definitely makes up for its weaknesses.
I'd still recommend this book to middle-grade readers looking for something a little darker, that requires a little more patience than they may be used to.
This was really fun to revisit. I forgot how solid most of the stories were. And it was very validating to confirm that "Drop by Drop" and "October Chill" were exactly as good as I remember, and deserve the permanent place in my consciousness they occupy.