The Westing Game : Sixteen Heirs, One Killer.

"SEVENTH - And now, dear friends, relatives and enemies, the Westing game begins."

I have had no time to read, so I'm going with something old, again. The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin is one of those mysteries you just can't put down. The writing isn't superb, but, like Neal Shusterman books, the originality and ability to bring this story to life through words makes up for even the worst of writing styles. (And I am in no way saying that either author is terrible at what they do, I'm just saying it could get a little better.) Any one person who could come up with such a twisted plot as this one deserves and award, and bygolly, she got one.

As for the plot of this, it's about a place called Sunset Towers, a sort of fancy apartment building with maid service and doormen and such, and the people who live there. Sixteen people were invited to live in this place, which happened to be about a mile down from the mansion owned by Sam Westing, the mysterious owner of a paper product company that went missing many years before. Minus this detail, all sixteen lead normal live.

That was, until, on a casual Haloween dare, Turtle Wexler, the youngest living in Sunset Towers spent the night in the Westing mansion. What she found was not a pleasant sight. Samuel Westing was dead in his bed, peaceful as ever. Being as this was, the very next day, all sixteen people were called down to the main dining hall to read the will. Turns out, all sixteen were heirs.

Except for one. In Sam Westing's will, he makes his heirs play a masterful game of chess in order to find his killer, whom of which is hidden within the sixteen heirs.

Tried not to give too much away, sorry if I did! I suggest you read it and think about the not-obvious whilst doing so.