As a kid, my mother instilled in me a love of the macabre and antique. As my fondness of the macabre grew, hers subsided and now we meet somewhere in the middle. I picked this tome up by chance and discovered that it’s front to back news clippings and journals from the Victorian era reporting strange phenomena, spirits, and sightings of the Grim Reaper itself. Halloween is death’s holiday after all–you might as well read up on the subject. It is a coffee table style book and it’s fascinating to go back in time and study centuries-old opinions on spookier things. Our culture’s view on death has become steadily unhealthier, so it’s neat to compare how much we’ve changed. (14/31).