I thought I was a sucker for ghost stories, but it seems I've changed a bit since high school. I wonder how I would perceive The Ghost Stories of M.R. James
if I were to read them again at this age. Or better let them untouched on the pedestal built from my childhood memories.
Maybe The Man in the Picture
was not so good a story after all. The first part was captivating, I almost felt some shivers down my spine. But the second part, with the unfolding of the mystery behind the XVIII century painting, was almost dumb. In fact, it was getting dumber and dumber, so the twist at the end made me laugh out loud instead of getting chills through my body.
Definitely a read for middle-graders, at least they still have the chance for a good fright.