A new character comes to 43 Old Cemetery Road, Dick Tater. He is the Director of IMSPOOKY (International Movement for the Safety & Protection of Our Kids & Youth) and he wants to cancel Halloween, burn any books that include ghost stories, and "protect" Seymour from the crazy old man (Iggy) who thinks he lives with a ghost (Olive). Thanks to an anonymous letter, Dick Tater has Iggy involuntarily committed to the Illinois Home for the Deranged and Seymour ends up in Ghastly Orphanage. But when Seymour's neglectful parents are contacted by Dick Tater to come and claim Seymour, that's the last straw! Seymour desvises a plan to escape which involves M. Balm, town librarian ("I will go to my grave defending a person's right to read ghost stories and other so-called bad books.") and to help break Iggy out as well. A satisfying sequel written, again, in letter form. Problem one with this book: the pages are too short. This leads to too much page turning when you're reading the book over a late dinner.Problem two with this book: the book is too short. I could have enjoyed it for much longer.Although I enjoyed the first installment of this series slightly more, I enjoyed the return to 43 Old Cemetery Road, in which an association for child protection comes after 11-year-old Seymore and the author Ignatius Grumply who is trying to raise him. When both are locked away, the only resident left at 43 Old Cemetery Road is the ghostly Olive Spence, who must try to find her own old story manuscripts to meet a publishing deadline, while plotting to free the two captives and keep Seymore out of the hands of his neglectful, greedy parents. Though the book goes kind of extreme (with orphanages, insane asylums, and the cancellation of Halloween), it's all in good ghost story tradition. And, like the first book, it's very funny.
What do You think about Nur über Meine Leiche! (2011)?
I need this book for my RR and I have no idea how to read it!!!1 OMG I AM SO FRUSTRATED
—Ritu
I like how Mr.Grumply gets put in the Gastly, Illinios house for the deranged.
—woahcheese
