Warren the 13th and the All-Seeing Eye (Warren the 13th Series #1)

Warren the 13th and the All-Seeing Eye (Warren the 13th Series #1)


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A beautifully illustrated, action-packed middle grade adventure in the spirit of Edward Gorey and Lemony Snicket.

With fantastic Victorian-esque design, fast-paced action, and plenty of puzzles to solve, this middle grade mystery is a fun and engaging read for even the most reluctant readers. Warren the 13th is the lone bellhop, valet, groundskeeper, and errand boy of his family’s ancient hotel. The strange, shadowy mansion is full of crooked corridors and mysterious riddles—and it just might be home to a magical treasure known as the All-Seeing Eye. But if Warren is going to find the hidden treasure, he’ll need to solve several other mysteries first: What is the strange creature lurking in the hotel boiler room? Who is the ghostly girl creeping around the garden’s hedge maze? And why is the hotel’s only guest covered in bandages? Full of puzzles, secret codes, outrageous inventions, and hundreds of intricate illustrations, Warren the 13th and The All-Seeing Eye will delight and confound readers of all ages.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781594748035
Publisher: Quirk Publishing
Publication date: 11/24/2015
Series: Warren the 13th Series , #1
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 258,169
Product dimensions: 7.60(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.90(d)
Lexile: 730L (what's this?)
Age Range: 10 - 13 Years

About the Author

Will Staehle is the creator of Warren the 13th, and is an award-winning designer and illustrator. He grew up reading comics and working summers at his parent’s design firm in Wisconsin. He now spends his days designing book covers, posters, and mini-comics, to ensure that he gets as little sleep as possible. He lives in Seattle. Tania Del Rio is a professional comic book writer and artist who has spent the past 10 years wiring and illustrating, primarily for a young audience. Her clients include Archie Comics, Dark Horse, and Marvel; she is best known for her work writing and drawing the 42-issue run of Sabrina the Teenage Witch. She lives in Los Angeles.

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Chapter 1

Warren the 13th tiptoed across the roof of the Warren Hotel, and the old slate tiles clattered like bones. A crisp autumn wind snapped at his back, threatening to knock him off balance, but he kept going. A fall from the top of an eight-story building was the least of his worries. He had a chimney to repair.
     The ravens screeched a warning from inside the smoke shaft but Warren peered down anyway. As usual, the chimney was clogged with newspapers, fabric scraps, twigs, branches, and other debris. Six black birds stared back, huddled together in a makeshift nest.
     “Go on now!” Warren shouted.
     The ravens didn’t budge.
     “There are plenty of nice trees around here. Shoo!”
     But the ravens did not “shoo.” They seemed to be pretending that Warren was invisible.
     “I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way,” he said with a sigh.
     Warren had performed this chore dozens of times. At least once or twice a month, he climbed up to the roof and cleared the nest from the chimney before it caused the entire hotel to fill with smoke. But this morning the ravens seemed particularly stubborn. Winter was coming, and they needed a cozy place to ride out the cold weather.
     “What if I poured water on you?” Warren asked. “How would you like that?”
     The birds knew he was bluffing. One snapped its beak, but the rest went right on dozing. So Warren creeped over to the ridge of the roof where a crooked weathervane stood. He unscrewed the sharp metal post and poked it inside the chimney. “I’ll use force if I have to,” he said with determination. “Get out of there or else!”
     The ravens didn’t even ruffle a feather. They knew Warren was too nice to hit a bird with a weathervane.
     It was clear Warren had only one option left. “If you don’t leave now,” he said with as much menace as he could muster, “I’ll go get Aunt Annaconda and then you’ll have to deal with her.”
     The ravens exploded from the chimney, squawking and scattering feathers as they rose into the sky. They had been around the hotel long enough to know all about Annaconda, and no one–not even a raven–dared to test her patience.
     Warren watched until the birds were nothing but dark specks against the dawn’s pale sky. He hated to frighten them, but they’d left him no choice. His gaze lowered and he looked out from his spot high above the ground. The view was nothing special.
     The Warren Hotel was the only building for miles; perched miserably on a hill in a bleak gray countryside, it was ringed by a forest of equally bleak and withered trees. You could walk for hours in every direction without finding anything interesting.
     But Warren wasn’t looking at the depressing view. He was looking beyond it, past the horizon, to where the rest of the world existed. He imagined cities and jungles, seaports and deserts, landscapes he knew only from books. All places he would love to visit . . . were it not for the fact that he was twelve years old and heir to his family’s hotel, where he worked as the sole bellhop, handyman, exterminator, room-service valet, and all-around errand boy. Warren the 13th had spent his whole life at the hotel, just as his father and eleven other Warrens had before him.
     With a sigh, he returned to the grim task of chimney cleaning. Soon his hands were black with soot. He yanked out dozens of sticks and branches and a handful of stranger, more unexpected objects: a lady’s lace bonnet, a rusty nail file, a pie pan, even a bag of marbles he recognized as his own. Warren was trying to figure out how the ravens could have retrieved a bag of marbles from the desk drawer in his attic room when a low growling noise caught his attention.
     Warren squinted into the early-morning fog. To his astonishment, he saw movement in the forest. Concealed by a canopy of spindly branches, a large dark shape was weaving through the trees. The woods around the hotel teemed with bears and wild boars, but this shape was larger than any animal. It growled again, and Warren’s heart gave a leap. This was no ordinary creature.
     It was an automobile!
     He hadn’t seen an automobile since the last guest exited the Warren Hotel, vowing never to return. Five long years had passed without a single customer. Warren’s eyes grew large as the automobile crested the hill. At last, someone was coming to stay with them!
     The car passed through the once-grand iron gates and slowed to a stop at the front doors of the Warren Hotel. And that’s precisely when Warren remembered it was his job to greet new arrivals and help withtheir bags.
     He winced as the hotel intercom sputtered to life–its tinny sound echoing inside the chimney shaft–with his uncle Rupert’s panicked voice ringing through the static:
     He had to get to the lobby right away! Warren considered using the chimney as a shortcut, but eight stories was a long way down. Instead, he leapt off the side of the roof, grabbed a rain gutter with one hand, and swung through a window in the attic. He landed with a thump, sprinkling soot all over the small bed and desk that crowded his tiny room.
     Warren used to sleep in one of the large bedrooms on the hotel’s second floor, but Aunt Annaconda didn't like having children around and wanted him out of her way. She banished him to the hotel’s topmost floor, eight floors away from the lobby where Warren did most of his work.
     Dashing to a spot on the floor of his room, Warren raised a trap door, climbed down a wooden ladder, and landed with a thump inside the eighth-floor hallway. He picked himself up and ran to the main stairwell, his mind abuzz with possibilities. Who was this mystery guest? And why had this person come to his hotel?
     Things had been much different when Warren was little. Back then, the hotel was booked months in advance. Grand automobiles paraded along the driveway all night long; guests arrived in style–men wearing tuxedos and top hats, ladies bedecked in gowns and jewels and pearls. A dozen bellhops in crisp matching uniforms greeted each new arrival, transferring luggage to polished brass carts while butlers swept by with trays of lemonade and cookies. In those days, the hotel had an enormous staff devoted to keeping everything in tip-top shape. Hedges were clipped, carpets were vacuumed, furniture was dusted, and wallpaper was scrubbed. A troop of maids stretched fresh linens across soft mattresses, and tall vases of fresh flowers brightened every corner.
     But that was long ago, when Warren the 12th was still in charge. He died when Warren the 13th was just seven, too young to take over such a big hotel. Instead, his uncle Rupert had stepped in to fill the job. Unfortunately, Rupert was lazy and disliked work, which meant that things went downhill fast. The staff quit. The lawns became overrun with weeds. Guests cut their vacations short, then stopped coming altogether. Within a year most of the rooms were vacant, and they had remained so ever since.
     Now the hotel looked more like a haunted house than a vacation destination. Once-shiny windowpanes were cracked or broken; shutters hung crookedly, and the whole building was in desperate need of paint. The interior wasn’t much better. Faded wallpaper was peeling at the seams. Faucets dripped, hinges creaked, floorboards squeaked. No one had used the game room or the tearoom or any of the other common rooms in ages. The pool table was covered in dust. The furniture was shrouded beneath musty old sheets, turning tables and chairs into squat little ghosts.
     Again Uncle Rupert’s voice wailed through the intercom, jolting Warren from his daydreams. He set aside his memories and ran even faster down the winding staircase, leaping over the one-hundred-and-third step (since it was, in fact, missing) and narrowly avoiding the hotel snail lurching across the fourth-floor landing. He descended the last two flights by sliding along the bannister and then skidded, breathless, onto the chipped checkerboard marble floor of the lobby.
     Uncle Rupert stood near a window, peering through the curtains and slicking back his hair. “Th-there’s a car in the driveway!” he sputtered.
     Warren joined him at the window and peeked outside. A uniformed driver was unloading a small red satchel from the trunk of the car, but the passenger remained seated inside, a dark shape silhouetted against the backseat window.
     “It’s probably a guest,” Warren said.
     “But what’s a guest doing here?” Rupert exclaimed. “No one comes to this hotel! Not in years! Just look at this place!”
     Indeed, as with the rest of the hotel, time had taken its toll on the lobby. Sunshine seemed unable to penetrate the room; the only source of light was a tarnished chandelier that clung to the ceiling like an insect. It flickered and buzzed as if it might sputter out at any moment. Underneath sat a faded red velvet couch, its surface encrusted with a thick layer of dust–except for a large round area in the shape of Rupert’s torso (he often napped there).
     “It’s not so bad,” Warren said cheerfully. “I can dust the lobby this afternoon. Everything will look as good as new!”
     Rupert stared helplessly at the wall of keys hanging behind the reception desk.
     “Which bedroom is best? I’ve never been inside them!”
     “Any of the rooms will be fine,” Warren said. “I clean and vacuum them every week, just to be safe. I always knew this day would come!”
     With a whoosh, the lobby doors swung open and a tall thin figure strode inside. The visitor was dressed all in black, except for white bandages wrapped around a strangely narrow head. Even more surprising, the guest had no luggage of any kind–only the small red satchel. Warren could hear delicate glass objects clinking inside.
     Rupert gaped at the strange figure.
     Warren gave a slight bow. “W-w-welcome to the Warren Hotel, sir!”
     The greeting was met with silence.
     “We’re delighted to have you. My name is Warren. What’s yours?”
     The guest did not reply.
     “Where are you visiting from?”
     Still more silence.
     “Have you come far?”
     Somewhere in the distance, a cricket chirped.
     The visitor reached into the folds of a long black topcoat and produced a card with a sharp fwip! Warren tried to accept the offering, but the guest held it just out of reach. Warren could see it was engraved with the image of a four-poster bed.
     “You’d like a room with a bed!” Warren exclaimed. “Of course! We’ll get you set up right away!” He looked meaningfully to Uncle Rupert, who continued to stare at the newcomer. “All I need is a room key . . . Uncle Rupert?”
     Rupert finally snapped out of his trance. “Yes, yes, of course! Right away!” He turned to the rack of keys, still overwhelmed by the selection, while Warren attempted to take the stranger’s luggage. “I’ll be happy to carry your bag to your room. The elevator doesn’t work, I’m afraid.”
     The guest yanked the satchel back as though Warren were diseased.
     “Sorry,” Warren said, shrinking away.
     “Here we go!” Rupert chimed in, holding up a mottled brass key on a tattered cord. “The key to your suite. It has a lovely view! And the room number is printed directly on the surface, in case you get lost in our beautiful corridors!”
     Warren eyed his uncle skeptically. It was a stretch to call any of the corridors in the hotel “beautiful,” or any of the rooms a “suite,” and certainly none of them had what could be considered a “lovely view.” But he held his tongue as the new guest reached out a bandaged hand and snatched away the key.
     Warren followed the stranger up the creaking stairway. If he couldn’t carry the bag, he would at least show his new guest to the room. But the visitor whirled around and–fwip!–produced another card, this one bearing a large red “X.”
     Warren took that to mean “Leave me alone,” so he gave an awkward bow and retreated to the lobby.
     “I wonder if he’ll expect breakfast,” Warren said.
     “Odd sort of fellow,” Rupert muttered. “Didn’t even give us a name.”
     Paleface, Warren decided as he imagined what might be hidden beneath all those bandages. Wounds? Scars? A third eye? An upside-down nose? Whatever it was, it had to be something pretty horrible. Why else would a person have a face wrapped in gauze? The sound of boot heels clicking upon tile broke Warren’s reverie. He turned to see his aunt Annaconda striding into the lobby. Where Uncle Rupert was short and chubby, his new wife was exactly the opposite: tall, elegant, and slender. Her long black hair was pulled tightly into a bun that resembled a viper coiled atop her head.
     “Am I hearing things?” she inquired. “Or was there an automobile in the driveway?”
     “My beautiful queen! My love!” Rupert exclaimed, his cheeks glowing with adoration. “You are not mistaken. We do indeed have a new guest! A wonderful fellow! He arrived just moments ago.”
     “Is that so?” Annaconda crooned. She scratched Rupert under his chin as though he were a cat. Rupert’s face flamed fire-engine red and a purring sound escaped his fleshy lips. Warren tried not to gag. “I’m sorry to have missed him.”
     Warren's uncle Rupert had married his aunt Annaconda a mere four months earlier, and they still acted very much like newlyweds. They had exchanged letters for half a year before finally meeting in person. Rupert was so enchanted, he proposed almost immediately.
     “Oh, darling,” Rupert said, heaving a long sigh. “You are too good to me.”
     “No, you’re too good to me,” Annaconda insisted.
     "I'm the lucky one..." said Rupert. “Ever since you entered my life, I’ve felt like a new man!”
     “No, I’m the lucky one,” Annaconda said, throwing her arms wide and twirling. “You’re my sweet handsome prince, and you brought me to this wonderful fairy-tale castle!”
     Warren couldn’t bear to listen to any more of their lovey-dovey talk. He tried to slink off without being noticed, but his aunt called after him. “Warren, dear, I hope you showed our esteemed guest to his room?” Annaconda smiled, causing the wrinkles around her eyes to flare like spider legs.
     “He didn’t want my help.”
     “He rejected you? Oh, my poor dear Warren, I hope you’re not disappointed!” Annaconda said. “You’re a peculiar-looking child, it’s true, but that’s no reason for adults to treat you poorly!”
     She spoke so sweetly that Uncle Rupert didn’t even notice the insult buried in her words. Warren ignored them. He knew he had a few strange features: a toadlike face, gray skin, crooked teeth. But he was proud of his beautiful hair–every one of his ancestors had a luxurious full-bodied head of hair–and he thought it offset the worst of his flaws.
     “There’s some soot in my bedroom that needs sweeping,” he said. “If you’ll excuse me.”
     “But of course, darling!” Annaconda said. “I know how much you enjoy your chores. I’d be loath to prevent you from doing them.”
     As Warren climbed the stairs, he could hear his uncle chuckling. “Such an odd lad. What kind of boy enjoys cleaning? He certainly didn’t get that from me!”
     His aunt laughed. “Of course not, my love! You’re far too princely for chores.” Warren sighed. Uncle Rupert wasn’t princely–he was just plain lazy. He never bothered to fix anything or clean anything or do anything that resembled labor of any kind. Warren knew that his father, Warren the 12th, would be so disappointed in Uncle Rupert. Warren the 12th always used to say that hard work built character.
     Warren climbed the stairwell to the third-floor broom closet and opened the door. He sprang back in surprise. Waiting inside was Aunt Annaconda!
     “Took you long enough!” she hissed, thrusting a broom into his hands.
     “How did you–” Warren started to ask how his aunt had reached the third floor without passing him on the staircase but then thought better of it. She was always disappearing and reappearing unexpectedly. It was just one of her many mysterious qualities.
     Annaconda stepped forward, towering over her diminutive nephew. Her gnarled hands were fixed squarely on her bony hips, which jutted out against the fabric of her dress. Gone was the smiling mask she wore in front of her husband; now her dark eyes glittered dangerously and her long face stretched into a deep snarl.
     “Tell me,” she hissed. “Where is this mystery guest? What’s his room number?”
     “I don’t know,” Warren said, cowering beneath her wrathful gaze. “Uncle Rupert gave him the key. I didn’t see where he went.”
     “What did he look like? What did he say?”
     “He was tall and thin . . . and he wore all black. Except for his face, which was covered with white bandages. He didn’t talk, except with picture cards, and he carried a red bag.”
     “What about the All-Seeing Eye?” Annaconda asked. “Did he mention the All-Seeing Eye?”
     “He didn’t say a word,” Warren said. “I think he’s just a traveler passing through.”
     “He’s here for the Eye,” she whispered. “He must be! Why else would anyone come to this dreadful place? He’s looking for the Eye, and he’s planning to steal it for himself!”
     Warren had heard plenty about the All-Seeing Eye, a mysterious treasure hidden inside the hotel–or so Annaconda believed. Within days of marrying Rupert, his aunt began asking about it. Warren knew the Eye was a legend, just like the giant insects that supposedly roamed the forest or the ghosts that reportedly haunted the hedge maze.
     “I don’t think he’s here for the All-Seeing Eye,” Warren said.
      “You are a child and you don’t know anything,” Annaconda replied dismissively. “Next time you see this mystery guest, I want you to find me right away. Do you understand?”
     “I do,” Warren said.
     “Then close the door and leave me be.”
     “Leave you here? In the closet?”
     "I said, close the door!"
     Warren shut the closet door. He suspected that if he opened it again, Annaconda would be gone. But he was too scared to look.
     Instead, he took the broom and climbed the stairs to the attic.

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Warren the 13th and the All-Seeing Eye (Warren the 13th Series #1) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was good
Reading_With_Cupcakes More than 1 year ago
So this book was so much fun! I realize the cover kind of promises this to you, but I am please to report that the cover is not lying to you! Warren the 13th and the All Seeing Eye is about Warren the 13th (can I tell you anything more obvious? Probably not). Warren the 13th lives with his Uncle Rupert, Aunt Annaconda, and a few others in an pretty run down hotel. However, the hotel wasn't always run down. When Warren's father was alive it was a beautiful place and business was thriving. Unfortunately, he died when Warren the 13th was still too young to take over so his Uncle Rupert moved in to help him out. And Uncle Rupert is lazy.... so things started falling apart, employees quit, and guests stopped visiting. But that is really only the back story of how we get to the actual story that this book contains. What happened is this - Uncle Rupert ended up marrying Annaconda and Annaconda is determined to find the mythical all seeing eye that is rumored to be hidden somewhere within the hotel! One thing leads to another and everyone, including Warren the 13th, end up on a search for this All Seeing Eye. This leads us to meeting quite a few fun and interesting people and takes us on quite the adventure! Really, it is quite fun! So, this book is meant to be a middle grade novel, but I think maybe some of the younger in that group might be a little turned off because the cover and the illustrations within (YES ILLUSTRATIONS) seem to have a darker Tim Burtonesque style to them and they might take it to mean this story will be scary. And it isn't! Not really! Also, in regards to the illustrations....they are quite interesting to look at. I know I enjoyed them all. The ones in this book are done mostly in blacks/grays/reds/whites. Pretty much like how you see them on the cover. I think it really adds something to this story. I don't think it would have been the same without them. Also, random side note, my two year old kept taking the book from me so she could flip through and look at all the pictures. She did this on multiple occasions. My little book thief. All in all, I found the story super fun. It had a lot of puzzles you found yourself trying to figure out along with the characters - some of which were depicted in the illustrations. And it was over all a great middle grade level mystery and I look forward to reading more of Warren's adventures. This review is based on a copy provided by the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review. All thoughts and opinions are mine and mine alone. Find more of my reviews here: http://readingwithcupcakes.blogspot.com/
GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
Warren the 13th is a twelve year old orphan and heir to his family's hotel business. He is being raised by his Uncle Rupert, who recently married his Aunt Anaconda. Right now he is the sole bellhop, handyman, exterminator, room-service valet, and all-around errand boy. I see this book as a magical fairytale for middle grade students. Aunt Anaconda is the evil step-mother who is also a witch. Warren is the mistreated and enslaved step-child. There is a magic item that everyone wants, especially Aunt Anaconda. She is tearing apart the hotel looking for the "All-Seeing Eye." Warren does not even know what it is or if it exists. This is a fun story with some riddles, bad guys, monsters who turn out to be friends and a surprise ending. The illustrations are great! There's one on almost every page, done in black, white & red. They really enhance the story. The characters are multi-faceted and I certainly hope there are more adventures for Warren, Petula, Sketchy, Uncle Rupert and the rest of the hotel staff. I recommend this book for public, school, class and home libraries. It will definitely engage those reluctant readers. I received a copy of this book from the publisher via Netgalley for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very funny and has pictures on each page. All I read are very long book and they don't have any pictures but when I got this it had so many great pictures. Very good book anyone could read it.
Connie57103 More than 1 year ago
What a terrific experience! This is far more than a story, much more! When I began reading this book, it reminded me of an optimistic Cinderella story featuring Warren the 13th. Only his father, prior owner in a long lineage of the hotel's owners, passed away. Since Warren was too young to manage the hotel which had no guests for three years, his uncle took over and let the place run down. The uncle recently wed a witchy woman named Anaconda who doesn't like kids. She forced Warren to move to a cramped room in the attic. He is also the jack-of-all-trades. I felt awful for him; but he seems pretty happy and proud to do what he can for the hotel. Aunt Anaconda is the equivalent of an angry stepmother. She also has another agenda. She is on the hunt for a very powerful talisman, known as the all-seeing-eye. Word gets out, and the hotel is bombarded with guests who also want the treasure. Little do they know that it is the hotel, itself, that is the real treasure. What I loved about this book is the cast of weird and creepy characters. They are just scary enough. However, it is the fantastic illustrations that breathe life into the book! They show some of the weirdest, great for kids, stuff and characters! Warren is loveable, 12 years old, and has an incredible work ethic for such a young age. The hotel guests keep you glued to the pages and leaves you wanting more. The saying goes that it is the journey, not the destination that matters. The same holds true for this book. I did not want it to end. Thankfully, it is the first in a series that is going to be a hit for middle schoolers and adults alike. I am ready for the journey to continue on. I can't wait to read about the next adventure!
EmilieSG More than 1 year ago
This was a fun book. It had adventure, magic, friendship, a lovable hero, and amazing illustrations. Warren was relatable and very easy to root for. The illustrations, color scheme, and layout really drew the reader into the story. I would enjoy reading more books about Warren and his hotel. I would definitely recommend this book for 2nd-4th graders.
gaele More than 1 year ago
Quirky and clever with a darker twist, Warren the 13th and the All-Seeing Eye mixes magic, mystery, history and our hero Warren. At just 12, he is the lone bellboy, exterminator, handyman and all-around errand boy in the rather run down hotel, owned by his rather lazy and negligent uncle Rupert and his new wife, Annaconda. She is convinced that the All Seeing Eye is hidden somewhere in the hotel, and is rumored to have amazing powers. There’s no wonder that Warren dreams of traveling to other places, having free time and generally not having to deal with Annaconda and Rupert. Several characters are introduced, each more strange than the last, that fill out the story and help readers to picture the world. Now I need to discuss the illustrations – each page has an illustration of the story, complete in black white and red. These illustrations bring a sense of the darkness, strangeness and clever visual representation of the story from the artist. Winding up a twisty Cinderella-like story, Warren is a little ‘too’ good to be true, but the themes of kindness, loyalty, hard work and imagination are strongly present and will give flight to the imagination of younger readers. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
19269684 More than 1 year ago
Have you ever spied a book you just knew you had to read? Not because someone else read it and thought it was great or because it was on sale at the nearby bookstore. Simply because the cover and summary just grabbed a hold and refused to let go, no matter how much you resisted. If not, I feel so sorry for you. It's happened to me numerous times. I especially fought when I saw the cover and summery for Warren the 13th and the All Seeing Eye, by Tania del Rio, almost two months ago. Now I receive numerous emails from groups, clubs and sites all the time. Normally I glance over titles, photos and summaries, but I just knew I couldn't let this one get away! On first glance, it makes you think of a BBC television show, or Tim Burton's animations- but no! This story carries a life all its own... well, maybe with a British accent, it's better. I read aloud in one. I just knew the book had to be mine. So I followed the link to request an #ARC. For some reason, the link wasn't updating and I feared I'd missed out. So I later went on Twitter and posted a tweet and Whoa! The author sent me another link- and I managed to get two copies! One for me and one for homeschooling! I decided we had to read the book immediately upon receipt. Every day, my son and I read about three chapters. We totally fell in love with Warren and the other odd characters, even crazy Aunt Anaconda! The story is about a young boy, Warren. He's the 13th Warren of the family, soon to become the caretaker of the family hotel. All his life, he's done nothing but care for the place, but due to his Uncle Rupert being lazy and fool-hearted, the place has fallen to shambles. Warren feels he's failed his father and his great lineage... For the rest of this review, please visit: http://tinyurl.com/oalxdlw