A couple nights ago I finished Edith Wharton's Ghosts, a collection, not surprisingly, of her ghost stories. I've always loved her novels, but had never really delved into her short fiction, and didn't, to my shame, even know that she was known for her ghost stories. They tended to fall into a very familiar pattern: outside is drawn into a very larger country house which has a spectral past, although I suspect that's more a limitation on the genre than it is Wharton as a writer. I didn't love the collection, but I would still recommend it.
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