It's got a deliciously creepy cover, of ghost faces peering out of windows, clearly old photographs blown up to fuzzy proportions, but very effective. It's got a good title: Breathe suggests tiredness, desperation, holding still in fear. The cross hatch drawings by Geoff Taylor that start each chapter add a wonderful old-style atmosphere to the text.
But that's all I can find to say positive about this book. From page two it fails. The book was published in 2006, with the children its ghosts used to be dead at minimum 60 years earlier and isolated in this lonely old house. Yet the children are using expressions like "freak out", which is 60s hippie slang and would be unknown to them. Other dialogue is unrealistic: one of the children describes the sinister Ghost Mother as "in her element" - an expression very unlikely to be used by a twelve-year-old child. There are several instances of odd speech like this. Jack's mother is rather unsympathetic considering how recently her husband - Jack's father - has died.
Then there are the strange metaphysics that author McNish has just dreamed up for this story and make no sense whatsoever, because they are not present in other ghost literature, and therefore require some explanation - but he has not provided any. The ghosts seem to have limited powers of movement but otherwise drift around on air currents like wisps of cloud. What? It's not clear why the four ghost children don't just hold back whenever the Ghost Mother wants a sip of their souls - after all, they have to let her. Surely they could play practical jokes or outwit her? The process is described so poorly that it's not in the least scary. And what's this Purgatory-like Nightmare Passage which seems to contain one big wind storm that cursed souls ride like surfers? Where does that fit into anything? Possession doesn't seem to be much of a thing in this universe - even while it's going on, they just yell for a bit in the mind of the possessor, and once it's over, the sufferers don't seem to have much in the way of after-effects, but I would think somebody who was possessed would suffer from PTSD, hallucinations, delusions, and a range of other psychiatric conditions, and those around them would be suspicious for quite some time afterwards. Nope! Everyone is back to normal in the blink of an eye.
The single most problematic thing with this book is how its whole premise has been wasted. Here's an asthmatic boy in the countryside with his mother to recover from the stress of his father's death - in a big old rustic haunted house, no less. It's a truly great idea for a children's book: lots of kids have asthma, kids are scared of ghosts, old houses look creepy, lots of kids have parents die on them. The readership can relate. Yet at no time does the asthma play a key part in the plot. The boy has a couple of asthma attacks, sure - but never is his life in danger, never is there any real threat, and the ghosts seem to kind of look on impassively or are even unaware of it. Even his mother seems mostly uninvolved. There's just mention of the inhalers here and there.
The writer creates no empathy for either his ghost or human characters, so there is mostly no tension or suspense or real creepiness. However, the bleak desolation of the Nightmare Passage might be unsettling for younger readers - why didn't McNish provide a more positive vision of death? This is a wonderful opportunity to teach children about how death comes to us all, and make them understand that it is part of life, and that there is nothing to really worry about. Instead he seems to be trying to clumsily terrify them, which mostly backfires.
Of all the books I've ever read, this is quite possibly the one with the most potential that completely failed to live up to its expectations on every single level. It got good reviews and won a slew of awards, but I really can't understand how.