Hey folks! I’m migrating my reviews from Banned Bitches that were originally on thisiswickedfierce.com here, so they aren’t in any sort of uniform format or…
Well, basically this is all just a mess.
Apologies and all my wicked fierce love,
A bizarre chain of events begins when sixteen unlikely people gather for the reading of Samuel W. Westing’s will. And though no one knows why the eccentric, game-loving millionaire has chosen a virtual stranger – and a possible murderer – to inherit his vast fortune, one things’ for sure: Sam Westing may be dead… but that won’t stop him from playing one last game!
Ginny’s thoughts:This is it, guys. This is the book. The book. The one that cemented me as a hardcore book freak for all time. And I’ve got to admit that when I started reading it again for this review I was a bit concerned. It starts off choppier than I remembered and … well what if it wasn’t as good as I remembered? What if it was like the first time you tried eating a Little Debbie snack as an adult and realized that your entire childhood was a lie?
My house of cards would crumble and I’d never be able to read again …
But all my worry was for nothing, because The Westing Game was every bit as good as I remember. You’re still treated to a sad old millionaire’s final game and the well-deserved retribution of everyone involved in his life (and the one person who was there by mistake) And I still cried at the end … but just a little bit.
As this title is a mystery, there isn’t much that I can tell you about the plot without giving something away. What I can tell you, however, is that Turtle … Well Turtle was my Hermione Granger growing up. A little girl not very well liked who is incredibly intelligent, understands the stock market (I still don’t), and is loyal and honorable beyond measure. The only thing she’s missing is bushy hair, instead having a braid. And I doubt Hermione ever kicked anyone in the shins for messing with her hair.
But she should have …
If you’ve any interest in wacky mysteries, give The Westing Game a shot. If you’ve got a middle grade reader in your life, pick them up a copy. Better yet, read it with them. You won’t be disappointed.
Please note: It’s not a Kindle link this time, as the Kindle edition had a few wonky bits and it was hard to see the images.