I read one a day, imagining as I read them that I was reading them to my children. It was one of my favorite things to do as the kids were growing up -- read a chapter from a book every night while they were in bed. In my mind's eye, I decided my children would have been nine or older to appreciate the stories, and I'd have to explain some terms that sound politically incorrect but are used in England as the proper word for something -- such as a bundle of sticks used for fuel.
Anyway, these stories brought to mind Twilight Zone: when the story starts, it's not always clear if it's going to be serious, whimsical, a thoughtful slice of life, horrible. I liked that. My favorite story was Moonshine in the Mustard Pot, a combo whimsical and serious.