With Gramma, I couldn't help wishing he'd stuck to the real horror of the situation and not drifted off to the supernatural. The elderly and infirm carry an accepted weight of creepiness that is only surpassed by the idea of being alone with an actual corpse. What the imagination is capable of in that situation is just as terrifying and debilitating as he describes and he does a great job of provoking our unease. Unfortunately, the ending felt cheap and washed most of that away.
The Ballad of the Flexible Bullet suffered a similar fate by making the Fornits real. There would have been enough mileage in real insanity for me.
The Reach was just a bit shit.
Overall, I enjoyed Skeleton Crew much more then I did Night Shift. From the sounds of things, critical opinion agrees. But who cares about that?
Considering the strength of the opening story/novella - The Mist - we were off to a flying start and, while there were a few dips, there were enough crackers in there to keep its head above the waters of 'chore reading' and wanting to cast the book aside to move on to the next thing.
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