Suite Scarlett : Droop On, My Lifeless Friends.

"This book is dedicated to anyone who has ever played a dead body on stage or screen. It takes a big actor to lie on the ground and pretend they're dead. Droop on, my lifeless friends."

More Maureen Johnson, yes. I'm slowly falling in love with her books. She writes in this overly witty manner that could charm anyone into reading the books she writes. It's just the way she strings together words and paints these scenes with the characters she's got her hands on, it's quite amazing, and quite hilarious.

Johnson takes characters like the ones in Suite Scarlett, her newest book, throws them in a hotel that's slowly loosing it's income, and magically has this story. It isn't just one story going on, either; many of the characters in this book are parts of subplots that just all string back to the bigger picture, which is a lot of what real life really is like. That, in addition to the witty and flawed characters, gives the book a big shot of realism.

But, as for the story(suppose I should mention that?), Scarlett, and the rest of the four children living in, running and owning the Hopewell hotel with their parents in New York City, when one turns fifteen, they become in charge of a Suite within the hotel, taking care of any guest that comes upon it. But when this declining Art Deco hotel built in the Roaring Twenties recieves a guest staying for the entire summer in Scarlett's glorious Empire Suite, her boring friendless, vacation-less summer becomes a whole lot more busy.

I'm, honestly, not very far into it, but, hey, it's great so far and I suggest it to anyone whose up for a great story about washed-up actors, Art Deco Hotels, and just life and all it's humurous games.