All the Lovely Bad Ones (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition)

All the Lovely Bad Ones (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition)

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by Mary Downing Hahn

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FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY. While spending the summer at their grandmother's Vermont inn, two prankster siblings awaken young ghosts from the inn's distant past who refuse to "rest in peace."


FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY. While spending the summer at their grandmother's Vermont inn, two prankster siblings awaken young ghosts from the inn's distant past who refuse to "rest in peace."

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Ghost story veteran Hahn (Deep and Dark and Dangerous) spins another novel filled with things that moan and creek in the night. In an old, reputedly haunted bed and breakfast in the woods of Vermont, the chandeliers swing seemingly at random. The lights blink on and off, the radio zips through its stations at top volume, and "shadows race around the walls, laughing and taunting [guests] with insults relating to the size of [their] rear end[s]." What sets this apart from a run-of-the-mill spooky tale is not simply that the protagonists, 11-year-old Corey and 12-year-old Travis, have provoked the dead by faking a haunting, but that they then feel obliged to help resolve the spirits' problems and lay them to rest, no matter what the cost. When Corey and Travis discover the inn was an poorhouse in the 19th century, and that the ghosts that now roam its corridors were children who died there at the hands of abusive owners, readers might be inspired by Hahn's colorful historical investigation to learn more about what actually happened during those times. In addition to crafting some genuinely spine-chilling moments, the author takes a unique approach to a well-traversed genre. Ages 9-12. (Apr.)

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VOYA - Dawn Talbott
Corey and Travis are two young siblings who enjoy being pranksters but do not think of themselves as truly bad children. They cause serious problems, however, when they spend the summer at their grandmother's inn in Vermont. The two are inspired to stir up some mischief and perhaps help Grandmother's business by haunting the inn. Odd things begin to happen, and soon it is no longer a joke—their tricks have lead to the awakening of something terrifying. The story line moves quickly in this book, which means that it will hold the attention of even those middle school readers without much patience, making it a particularly great fit. The spookiness of the well-written story is enough to raise a few goose bumps, without being over-the-top or horrific. Hahn strikes a great balance for readers in the young adolescent age, but those in their late teens might not find the story scary enough. At parts, the pages beg to be turned as the suspense rises, with readers anxiously wondering what will happen next. Because the main characters are a boy and a girl, both genders have someone with whom they can identify, easily placing themselves in the story. It is no Steven King piece, however, and more mature readers will probably find it too predictable. Reviewer: Dawn Talbott
School Library Journal

Gr 4-7- Travis, 12, and his younger sister, Corey, are high-spirited youngsters who love to play tricks on unsuspecting targets. When they discover that their grandmother's Vermont inn, Fox Hill, is reportedly haunted, they can't wait to cook up some ghostly manifestations to scare the guests and liven up their summer vacation. But their pranks turn terrifyingly real when they awaken Ada Jaggs, an evil and vengeful spirit. The shadows of children she tormented and mistreated in the past when the county poor farm was located at Fox Hill are also roused. Events soon spiral out of control, frightening the staff and guests of the inn, and Travis and Corey must discover a way to get rid of Ada and release the children to their final rest. Part of this plan includes opening her grave-a task that, of course, must be done at midnight. Hahn has written another fast-paced ghost story that readers will relish, shivering all the while. An interesting thread is the comparison of the lively children whom Ada hated and targeted with Travis and Corey-all are boisterous, energetic kids with a mischievous gleam in their eye.-Terrie Dorio, Santa Monica Public Library, CA

Kirkus Reviews
Taking her title from a poem by James Whitcomb Riley, veteran author Hahn spins a deliciously spooky tale about restless spirits haunting the site of a former Vermont poor farm. Travis and his little sister Corey are confirmed "bad ones"-so bad, in fact, that their summer camp won't let them come back, so they find themselves this summer at their grandmother's rural inn. When they learn of its supposedly ghost-filled past, they decide to play a prank or two, but in the process they wake both the mischievous long-dead children and the malevolent woman who supervised the children of the farm. Soon the inn swarms with spiritualists hoping for a genuine sighting, much to the dismay of its skeptical proprietor. This clash of cultures allows Hahn to leaven the chills of the ghost story with generous dollops of humor, resulting in a tale that keeps the creepiness factor within reasonable bounds for the audience. Believable characters, both live and undead, and a classic resolution make this a highly satisfying introduction to the genre. (Fiction. 9-12)

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The Jennings gang followed Miss Duvall and Chester, twittering about the grove and what they might see.

Mrs. Jennings paused and smiled at me.
"I know you're a skeptic, Travis, but I hope you and Corey will join us tonight.
Eleanor is convinced we'll have a better chance of seeing the ghost if your sister's with us."

"Don't count on it," I told her.

Mrs. Jennings sighed. "Chester was very tactless at dinner, but then I suppose that's how it is when you're a genius.
The ordinary rules don't apply." With another smile and a pat on my shoulder,
she hastened after the others, leaving a trail of sickeningly sweet perfume behind her.

Across the room, Tracy cleared tables.
The setting sun shone through the windows and backlit her hair, making it shine like fine threads of gold.

She turned and caught me staring at her. "What do you think of Chester and Eleanor?" she asked.

"Bona fide nut cases, both of them."

With a serious face, she set her heavy tray on my table. "If you'd been in the grove last night, you wouldn't sound so smug."

More embarrassed than smug, I scraped the last bit of chocolate icing from my plate and licked it off my fork, tine by tine. "It's all fake," I said. "Corey and I wanted to make people think the inn was haunted so Grandmother would get more guests. She dressed up like a ghost and—"

Tracy shoved her face so close to mine we were almost nose to nose. Which would have been a thrill if she hadn't been so mad. "There was something in the grove lastnight—and it wasn't Corey!"

She snatched up my plate and fork,
dumped them on her tray with a clatter,
and huffed out of the dining room.

There I was, all by myself, surrounded by empty tables covered with dirty linen and crumpled napkins. It was obvious Tracy was never going to be my girl friend. Not only was I tactless and offensive, but I was shorter and younger than she was.

"It was your imagination," I called after her, but the only answer I got was the whop, whop, whop of the kitchen door swinging back and forth.

"But what if it wasn't?" the little voice asked, a little louder this time.
"What if . . . What if . . . ?"

Exasperated, I tossed my napkin on the table and went to find Corey. I wished we'd never thought of the ghost game.

As it turned out, Corey agreed with me.
I finally found her sitting on the patio in the dark all by herself. At first she refused to look at me or answer any questions.

"Why are you mad at me?" I asked her.
"What did I do?"

She turned to face me. "I told you I wanted to read, but you made funny noises outside my door, threw apples at my window, and thumped on my wall. You even unplugged my light and my radio and changed the time on my clock."

I stared at her. "Are you crazy? I knocked on your door once and you told me to go away and I did. I never made funny noises or threw apples or thumped on your wall or anything."

"Then who did? Mr. Brewster?"

"Corey, I swear to you I did not do that stuff."

"Oh," she said sarcastically, "then it must have been the ghost."

We looked at each other in the moonlight, electrified by the same thought.

"No joke," I whispered.

"No." Corey folded her arms across her chest and shivered. "No joke."

Delicate shadows from the wisteria vine patterned the table and Corey's face,
shifting as the breeze blew. From somewhere in the darkness, an owl hooted and another answered. Much closer, I heard something that sounded like a muffled giggle.

"Did you hear that?" I whispered.

Corey shuddered. "A mouse," she said.
"A cat, a bird. Nothing to be scared of."

"Admit it," I said. "You're scared—and so am I."

She shook her head stubbornly. "Speak for yourself." At the same moment, we heard a whispering sound in the bushes and then the giggle—louder this time,
followed by an eddy of cold air that tousled my hair and then Corey's.

My sister jumped to her feet. "Let's go inside."

The two of us ran to the inn and dashed through the kitchen door, sure we were being chased by an invisible gang of ghosts.

Mrs. Brewster was scrubbing the sink.
She frowned when the screen door slammed shut. "What's the big rush?" she asked.
"A person would think something was after you."

Neither Corey nor I knew what to say.
We just stood and stared at Mrs.
Brewster, wishing we were safely home in New York or even at Camp Willow Tree—anywhere but here.

"I thought you two were out there with them so-called psychics." She waved a hand in the direction of the grove,
where flashlights bobbed about in the dark. "They're aiming to take pictures of things that don't want their pictures taken," she muttered.

Grandmother opened the door to her apartment and poked her head into the kitchen. "Corey and Travis," she said,
"it's time you were in bed."

At that moment, the power went off, and the inn became totally dark and silent—no lights, no radios, no humming refrigerator. Not a sound.

"Go get Henry," Grandmother told Mrs.
Brewster. "The power's out again. I meant to get the wiring checked the last time this happened."

Grandmother had no sooner lit a candle than we heard a commotion outside—shouts, screams, the sound of people running toward us as if they feared for their lives.

Tripping over each other in their haste to get inside, the Jennings gang poured into the kitchen. Behind them, Chester was yelling, "We got an image!"

Grandmother closed her eyes and shook her head. "I don't believe this." In a louder voice, she repeated herself. "I do not believe this."

Someone giggled, and Grandmother glared at me, her face stern in the candle light. "This isn't funny, Travis!"

"I didn't laugh."

The guests milled around the kitchen,
stumbling over things in the darkness.
"Why are the lights off?" Mrs. Jennings cried.

"Please turn them on," Mrs. Frothingham begged. "We've had a terrible scare."

"Serves you right, you silly old scaredy-cat," someone whispered, causing an outburst of giggles.

"Travis, apologize at once!"
Grandmother said, shocked.

"It wasn't me!"

"I don't care who said it," Mrs.
Frothingham cried. "Just turn the lights back on."

"I'm sorry, but the power's off."
Grandmother lit more candles. As the kitchen brightened, something scurried into the shadows, too quickly to be seen.

"I can fix tea," Grandmother offered.

Some wanted tea. Others wanted something stronger. Two or three wanted to leave the inn at once.

The only ones in need of nothing were Eleanor Duvall and Chester Coakley. They were ecstatic. Not only had they seen something, but they'd captured its image on video.

"See?" Chester showed us a grainy image in the camera's monitor. Whatever it was wore a long dress, and its hair was loose, but its face was too blurred to make out any features.

"She came like a blast of cold air,"
Miss Duvall said. "Silent, not a sound,
but emanating malice."

"You probably saw the strobes light up," Chester put in. "She tripped the wires like I hoped and triggered the camera. It's the best paranormal experience I've ever had—and the best footage I've ever shot. Or seen, for that matter."

Mrs. Jennings clutched her teacup with shaking hands. "I'm very glad you children were not with us," she quavered. "I'll never get another good night's sleep."

Her friends nodded and cooed to each other in soft, comforting voices. Mrs.
Frothingham sobbed into a wine glass.
The wives were done with ghosts. No one wanted to see another one. In fact, they wished they hadn't seen the one they just saw.

The husbands laughed and talked too loud, already beginning to doubt they'd really seen a ghost.

"The image on that videotape," Mr.
Bennett said. "It was probably the strobe lights. They caused a glare in the camera lens or something."

"Trick photography," Mr. Frothingham declared. "Double exposures. Easy to fake."

Mr. Jennings was the only husband to disagree. "No, it was the real thing,"
he insisted, gulping down a glass of something that made him cough. "I'm glad I saw it, but I don't care to see another."

Just then, every light came on, almost blinding us with their brilliance. The refrigerator began humming, and the dishwasher started—even though it hadn't been running before the power failure.
Radios and TVs all over the inn came on,
blasting noise at top volume.

Mr. Brewster stood at the top of the basement steps looking gloomier than usual. "I went to the fuse box," he said, "but before I so much as touched it, the power come back."

"How odd," Grandmother said.

"Nothing odd about it, ma'am." Mr.
Brewster shook his head. "They been stirred up good and proper now."

Without another word, he trudged out of the kitchen, accompanied by a giggle that earned me a dirty look from Grandmother. I shook my head in protest,
but she'd already turned her attention to Mrs. Brewster.

"What on earth was he talking about?"
Grandmother asked.

"You'll find out soon enough." Squaring her shoulders, Mrs. Brewster strode out the door behind her husband.

Clearly bewildered, Grandmother looked at the guests. "Has everyone gone crazy?"

Chester patted her shoulder. "It's the ghosts," he said. "I told you, the girl's a catalyst."

Grandmother shrugged Chester's hand off. "I want you and your equipment out of here tomorrow morning. We've had nothing but trouble since you and that woman showed up."

Taking Corey and me by our arms,
Grandmother ushered us out of the kitchen. In the doorway, she paused.
"Will someone please turn off the radios and the television? Or at least turn them down?"

Snapping off her own television and radio, Grandmother frowned at me. "I expect you to apologize to Mrs.
Frothingham tomorrow. You were very rude."

"But, Grandmother, I didn't—"

Silencing me with a look, she said, "If you continue to lie to me, I shall be forced to call your parents." She opened her bedroom door. "I need a good night's sleep. Please don't disturb me." With that, she walked into her room and shut the door.

I followed my sister into her room and sat beside her on the bed. "She hates us," Corey said. "We'll have to go to summer school now."

I shook my head. "She's just upset. And you can't blame her. This has been a really weird night. Especially for someone who doesn't believe in ghosts."

Corey sighed. "I wish we knew what Mr.
Brewster thinks we stirred up."

Before I could come up with an answer,
the light went off and the bed began to shake. Back and forth, up and down,
jolting us like a carnival ride, harder and faster. We tried to hold on to the headboard, but in seconds we were thrown to the floor with a loud, bone-jarring thud. Too stunned to move, we cowered together while invisible fingers pinched us and pulled our hair and tweaked our clothes.

"Stop it," Corey yelled at me. "You're hurting me, stop it!"

"You stop it," I shouted, pushing her away.

At that, the room's dark corners rang with laughter. The empty bed bounced as if a gang of kids were jumping on it.
The radio blared from one end of the dial to the other, and the bedside lamp flashed on and off. The closet door opened and slammed shut, opened and slammed shut, over and over again.
Things thudded and thumped all around us. A book hit me in the head. A picture fell, and the glass in the frame broke.

"Who are you?" I cried in a voice so high and shaky I hardly recognized it as mine. "What do you want?"

An outburst of laughter answered me.
Somebody yelled a string of cuss words

"I told you to go to sleep!"
Grandmother stepped into the room and gasped, her face pale with shock. "What on earth have you done? Have you gone crazy?"

The closet door lay on the floor, the wood splintered from the hinges. Corey's clothes were scattered everywhere, some no more than ripped rags. Bureau drawers hung open, spilling their contents.
Pages torn from books lay in drifts on the floor. Feathers from pillows still floated in the air. My sister covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

Grandmother stared at us as if we were monsters. "Why did you do this? What kind of children are you?"

"Bad children," a kid's voice whispered. "Lovely bad children!"

"What did you say?" Grandmother asked me.

"Nothing," I whispered. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadows in the corner move, shifting the darkness from one place to another.

"It wasn't us," Corey sobbed. "We didn't do anything."

"Of course it wasn't the children."
Chester peered over Grandmother's shoulder, grinning with apparent delight at the state of our room.

Grandmother whirled to face Chester,
eager to take out her anger on him.
"What are you doing here? This is my apartment, not part of the inn. Please leave at once!"

"Let him speak, Mrs. Donovan." Miss Duvall floated into the room on her tiny little feet, wearing her usual layers of filmy clothes. "Chester is the only one who can get to the bottom of this."

Her words caused an outburst of giggles from the corner. The same kid's voice whispered, "Fat bottom, fat bottom,
fatty, fatty, fat bottom!" The giggles grew louder. Somebody said a rude word,
which provoked even louder giggling.

Grandmother looked at Corey and me,
alarmed for the first time. "Stop it,"
she ordered. "Or I'm sending you home tomorrow."

"Don't blame Travis and Corey," Chester said. "Can't you see they're just as scared as you are?"

"Ouch!" Miss Duvall began slapping at her rear end as if she were being pinched. "Stop it, stop it right now,
you imps of Satan!"

The shadows raced around the walls,
laughing and taunting her with insults relating to the size of her rear end.

Ignoring Miss Duvall, Grandmother looked at Chester as if she wished she could send him to the principal's office. "I am not scared!" she said, but the tremor in her voice gave her away.

"Old granny scaredy-cat!" An invisible hand tugged at grandmother's sweater.
"Nyah, nyah, nyah!"

Grandmother whirled around to stare at Corey, still crying on her bed, and me,
sitting beside her. It was obvious we couldn't have been responsible for the tug on her sweater.

"Who did that?" she yelled. "What sort of tricks are you playing?"

For an answer she got a series of rude noises and a loud outburst of giggles,
along with more cuss words.

While this was going on, Chester was aiming his camera at the corner where most of the noise came from. "Wow! Oh, wow!"

"Amazing manifestation," Miss Duvall whispered into her microphone.
"Laughter, voices, poltergeist activity.
My hair is standing up . . . the air is electrifying!"

Suddenly, a cold wind shot into the room. The curtains blew out straight from the windows, and the clothing and torn pages rose from the floor and spun around like tiny tornadoes. A low moan,
almost a sob, rose from the corner. The shadows twisted and turned, now long,
now short, and raced around the walls as if they were being chased.

Then the lights went out, and a harsh voice cried, "Enough! Back to where you belong. You will be punished for this!"

The moaning changed to high-pitched squeaks and yelps. Invisible hands pushed me out of their way, invisible feet stepped on mine, elbows poked my sides. The moonlight streaming through the window dimmed as shadowy shapes fled into the night, followed by something bigger and darker and far more terrifying.

After a sudden silence, the lights came on again. Torn clothing and shredded paper fell back to the floor. The curtains drooped. Whatever had been among us was gone.

Chester and Miss Duvall huddled together, elated by the activities they'd witnessed, but Grandmother sank down on the bed beside Corey and closed her eyes. My sister continued to sob.

I went to the window. The grove was a patch of inky shadows on the moonlit grass. "Who are you?" I whispered. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

Nothing answered. Nothing stirred. A blanket of darkness lay over the earth,
hiding everything. Shivering, I crept closer to Grandmother.

Meet the Author

Mary Downing Hahn, a former children's librarian, is the award-winning author of many popular ghost stories, including Deep and Dark and Dangerous and The Old Willis Place. An avid reader, traveler, and all-around arts lover, Ms. Hahn lives in Columbia, Maryland, with her two cats, Oscar and Rufus.

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Natcole33 More than 1 year ago
I have read All of the Lovley Bad Ones. It was a spine chilling ghost story that most children will crave.If you are the type of person who loves suspence,mystery,and are huge fans of a scary ghost story then this is the book for you!!!!! It is very well written and there is nevr a dull moment. So if you are planning to read this book....enjoy.This was the very first Mary Downing Hahn bookI have ever read...and the second that i finished the book i new that she was my favorite author! I DO NOT RECOMEND THIS BOOK FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 10.This book is also very great if you are a teacher for 5th and up i highly recomend the book to your students....Thank You
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I would like to recommend this book to people who like to read ghost stories.It's about aboy and his sister who finds out that there are some ghosts in there grandma's inn.they help the ghosts to put a terrible woman to rest in peace.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the best book i have ever read it in my life! her other books are good to, but this one has places of horror, mystery, and sadness. i recommed it to everyone who loves a good scary books. ~ 12 year old kid:)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Spine chilling good book. I couldn't even take a shower.
erika1929 More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think this book is one of the best books i have read it has funny,misterious,scary, and sad moments its a book you are not going to want to stop reading i hope u enjoy this book a much as i did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story is about travis and corey, a brother and sister who are visiting their grandmother at her inn. The inn is named fox hill, and is supposedly haunted. So corey dresses up in her scaryist outfit and goes to the grove to scare the guests. But instead she wakes up a ghost who worked at a poor farm back in the 1800s and wakes up the boys she beat back then. Before corey and travis meet the 3 most talkitive ghosts, they hear giggles, tracy, the waitress goes into the grove to camp out and sees a shadow, thing start flying and the only people who can see seth, caleb and ida, the 3 ghosts are travis, corey and mrs. Brewster, the head chef. While watching a movie about the ghosts life, they find out everything they need to know. Now all they have to do is put the vhosts to sleep. Miss ada and all the lovely bad ones. I won't give the rest away but is it a great mystery book. I read as many pages as i can at night and it gives me chills before i can sleep. I gave it 4 stars because in the beginning 20 pages you don't realize that there are going to be ghosts. I thought they were the ghosts. But..... read it!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Omgsh I love this book! I read it in 5th grade and I told everybody to read it because its just so good!! I would reccamend this book to anyone who loves scary books!!!! Written by a 6th grader who loves reading all kinds of books!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book when I was in third grade. I always had a middle schooler reading level. I understood it very well and appreciated it! It certainly wasn't no Clifford the Big Red Dog book! It was full of suspense and chilling amd had you guessing what will happen next! It is still one of my favoeite books and Mary Downing Hahn WILL always be my favorite author of all time! Even if I'm in fifth grade with a 7-8 grade reading level, I still enjoy this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hahn has done it again! From the first chapter,Hahn captivated me with the rumour of ghosts. If you liked Deep,Dark,and Dangerous,The Doll in the Garden,and Ghost of Crutchfield Hall,you'll love this story about summertime adventure!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im 9 and in 4th grade and i read this book and i was fine! Its a good read but really! I recomend it to anyone who want to read it!! Man.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very scary. Perfect for around the campfire!!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book!!!! I loved the childrens story, no matter how sad, and the twists! :D
AGMommyof2 More than 1 year ago
I bought 'All the Lovely Bad Ones' for my 5th grader. We ended up reading it aloud with my 3rd grader as well. We all enjoyed it ~ saddened by the story of what happened with the ghosts. I thought the lesson was very good. Children these days don't always know how hard the 'good, old days' could truly be and how lucky they are to live here in the US where for the most part, we take care of our children. My 3rd grader did have nightmares that night ~ so I wouldn't recommend it for anyone under the age of 10.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is amazing, i personally didnt find it scary but some children may. Over view Corey and Travis go to stay the summer at their grandmothers inn, Fox Hill. They start hearing that the inn was haunted. To earn publicity for the inn (or so they say) corey dresses up as a ghost. Strange things start happening after. Have they woken up the real ghosts? How will they have them rest in peace? Find out in all the lovely bad ones. - review by sparkling ratings-
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was soooooooooooooooooooo good!!!! I loved it nd could not stop reading . I recemend 5th grade or older if younger they might have nightmares
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is 5.99 u should buy it i read it like eighty times it is worth the money ive read all of heer books but deep and dark snd dagerous is still her best perfect for ghost story lovers biy it u will not be dissapointed when u finish that one read deep dark and dangerous mary downing hahn totally rocks!!!!!!!!!!#@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!""""""""""""""""""""""""""!!!!!!!!!!!""""!!!"""""""!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:) read her books !
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awsome book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I agree. Deep dark and dangerous is the best book bu her. Well at least the scariest. I have read it like 5 times. Its great and i bet this one will be great
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
All the Lovely Bad Ones, by Mary Downing Hahn, grabs the reader right from the start and pulls you into its compelling story of ghosts and mystery that take place at an Inn in Vermont. Readers of any age who love the supernatural and adventurous stories will love this book. The story is centered around Travis and his sister Corey who spend the summer at their grandmothers Inn. They soon find out there has been a history of ghosts sightings and decide to scare the guests at the Inn by doing some haunting of their own. Not knowing that by doing this they are awakening the ghosts with their pranks and games. The games soon turn into danger and they have to find a way to send the ghosts back to where they came. With a little ghostly help, they discover a book that tells a sad, horrible injustice that took place at what was now their grandmothers Inn. The ghosts are asking for help to clear some wrongs that were committed so long ago. To do this they must do some scary stuff and come face to face with danger. It will take all their strength and courage to do what must be done. I loved this book and I thought the author did a fantastic job of capturing and holding the readers attention and keeping them guessing what will happen next. All the Lovely Bad Ones was a very entertaining story from start to finish.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
All the Lovely Bad Ones is my favorite book ever!!!! It has it all! But the thing it has most is that it is thrilling! I read one to five chapters per day! Everybody should read it! I got it from the school libary and I loved it! Like I said it's thebest book ever! Everybody should have a copy!!!! I hope this book review was helpful. Sorry if it wasn't. Maybe someone else wrote a review that'll be more helpful!
Kamarly More than 1 year ago
Highly recommend this book. My daughter couldn't put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing i think you should buy it and read it now!!!!!!!! Please buy this book if you like a good ghost story.