Howliday Inn

James Howe, 1946-

Book - 1982

While their family is away, Harold and Chester, a dog and a cat, are boarded at Chateau Bow-Wow where Chester becomes increasingly alarmed by the strange behavior of his fellow guests and the sudden disappearance of one of them.

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New York : Atheneum 1982.
Main Author
James Howe, 1946- (-)
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Lynn Munsinger (illustrator)
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195 p. : ill
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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 2-5-When their human family goes on vacation leaving Harold and Chester at Chateau Bow Wow, the two animals soon find themselves mixed up in several mysteries. Has Louise the French dog run away or was she murdered? Why is there a terrible howling each night? Are Howard and Heather really only dogs or are they part werewolf? Chester the cat is quick to see the worst in every situation, while Harold the dog is willing to believe all of Chester's suspicions. Their investigations are predictably humorous and bumbling, but they do discover the culprit in the end. Newcomers to the series and fans of the Bunnicula books as well will enjoy this fine word-for-word reading of James Howe's sequel (S&S, 1982). Narrator Victor Garber enters into the spirit of the story giving each character a distinct and appropriate voice. His Harold is full of canine eagerness and innocence, while Chester is suitably pompous and conceited. Both school and public libraries will find this to be a popular addition to their audio collections.-Louise Sherman, formerly Anna C. Scott School, Leonia, NJ (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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From "Welcome to Howliday Inn" Just then the front door of the office opened and Toby came running out. "Here they are," he called to the strange-looking chap who loped along slowly behind him. This fellow, whoever he was, was older than Toby and Pete but not as old as Mr. and Mrs. Monroe. Having seen some of Mr. Monroe's college students when they'd come to the house to beg for mercy, I estimated that this chap was roughly their age. He had a shag of brown hair that kept falling into his eyes and a T-shirt that spilled out over the top of his pants. His sneakers were untied, and as he was coming toward us, he stepped on one of the laces and almost fell on his face. Toby opened Chester's carrier and pulled the reluctant cat out. Chester hung from Toby's arms like Spanish moss and wore an expression that would have soured milk chocolate. "This is Chester," Toby said, by way of introduction. "Chester, this is Harrison." Chester turned to me with a smirk. "What am I supposed to do now?" he asked. "Curtsy?" Harrison, i thought. What a weird name for a person. "Hey there, kitty," Harrison said, instantly not endearing himself to Chester. "And this," Toby went on, "is Harold." "Wow," Harrison said. "What a weird name for a dog." I looked at Harrison, he looked at me. I thought to myself, this Harrison fellow really has a knack for putting the wrong foot forward. "Well," Harrison said, "you guys are the last of the arrivals for this week. Now we've got a full house." The door to the office popped open, and a girl with red hair and a lot of freckles stuck her head out. She seemed to be about the same age as Harrison, but she looked more tucked in. "Harrison," she called, "do you know where Chester's file is? Dr. Greenbar wants to look at it while the Monroes are here, and I can't find it anywhere." "But you were looking at it this morning, Jill," Harrison answered. "I know, I know," the girl named Jill said, shaking her head. "I just can't remember where I put it. I was hoping you'd seen it." Harrison shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Jill. "Wish i could help out," he said, "but I don't pay much attention to the files. That's your territory." Jill sighed. "I don't know what's the matter with me lately. I'm so tired from all this work I can't remember where I put anything anymore." "I guess old age is setting in," Harrison said with a laugh. "Ha ha," Jill answered without one. And she went back inside, letting the door slam behind her. Chester gave me a look that said he was clearly unimpressed with the staff. Copyright © 1982 by James Howe Excerpted from Howliday Inn by James Howe All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.