I definitely see the appeal—Victorian/Edwardian* ghost stories with a more contemporary, weird edge—and if I hadn't started with A Guest in the House I probably would be giving this more praise. But Carroll's newer work is just so much more sophisticated, in its artwork and in its narrative, that I couldn't help being a little disappointed with this. More a testament to her growth as an artist than a criticism of this one, which is still worth a read, just not one I'd likely go out of my way to recommend.

*I shouldn't guess at eras, it's really not something I know much about. Let's just call it an era with both untamed wilderness and frilly garments.