The ghost in apartment 2R

Denis Markell

Book - 2019

After discovering a ghost in his apartment, twelve-year-old Danny and his friends traverse Brooklyn's diverse neighborhood together to learn the spirit's origins and bring it to rest.

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Subjects
Genres
Paranormal fiction
Published
New York : Delacorte Press 2019
Language
English
Main Author
Denis Markell (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
291 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN
9780525645719
9780525645733
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Review by Booklist Review

Thirteen-year-old Danny is thoroughly peeved to learn that his financially strapped parents have converted his college-bound brother's room into an AirHotel rental instead of letting Danny have it. Worse yet, they shrug him off when he reports seeing shadowy faces in the room's window, along with midnight lights and other weird manifestations. How can he convince them that he's not just acting out from spite or worrisomely crazy? Though Markell indeed conjures up a terrifying and increasingly hostile dybbuk who repeatedly takes possession of guest renters, the star of the show here is really Brooklyn or, more accurately, the borough's intricate weave of past and present, of neighborhoods, generations, and particularly its cultures. Ultimately, Danny undertakes some absorbing detective work into the ghost's tragic past that propels the plot forward and helps to turn the haunting into a community affair. A layered chiller that is also a valentine to the story's setting.--John Peters Copyright 2019 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

When his wunderkind older brother goes off to college, 13-year-old Danny, the loquacious narrator of this snappy mystery, can't wait to move into his bedroom. It will be a welcome change from his converted-closet sleeping quarters in the family's small Brooklyn apartment ("Please do not make any Harry Potter jokes, because I've heard them all"), but his financially strapped parents announce their plan to list the room for rent on AirHotel. Danny witnesses creepy goings-on after the space is spruced up: a glowing light emanates from the room at night, the walls begin to whisper, he sees a girl by the window, and a guest becomes possessed by a spirit shrieking, "Where is my little boy?" In a deftly measured narrative, Markell (Click Here to Start) divulges the textured backstory of a tenacious apparition while paying affectionate tribute to a richly diverse, close-knit Brooklyn neighborhood and its multigenerational residents. Danny's feisty, insightful grandmother, Bubbe Ruth, and her tales of a legendary dybbuk provide a key piece of this neatly crafted puzzle connecting Brooklynites present and past. Ages 10--up. (Nov.)

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 5 Up--Promised his older brother Jake's bedroom when his sibling leaves for college, 13-year-old Danny is bummed when his parents decide to rent out Jake's room to AirHotel to recoup some of those college costs. Danny has to continue sleeping in a closet, but even worse…it appears that although Jake has departed, something creepy has been left behind. Helped by his friends Natalie and Gus, and even (unwillingly) by their AirHotel guests, Danny learns about the various types of ghosts "known" to have been seen in their Brooklyn neighborhood---and the best way to get his family's spectre to go. Although there's a ghost in the tale, this is more a mystery story that includes a loving homage to Markell's hometown of Brooklyn and all its diversity. Without fanfare, Danny and Gus (both Jewish) do the sleuthing with Natalie (of Arab descent), and the old folks in their lives have plenty to contribute as well. The only downside is the cartoonish cover, which makes the children look younger and might make it harder to sell to its intended audience. VERDICT Recommended for most libraries serving tweens.--Elizabeth Friend, Wester Middle School, TX

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Everything changes for 13-year-old Danny when older brother Jake leaves for college.Danny sleeps in a converted closet in a two-bedroom apartment in an old brownstone in Brooklyn. He has long been promised Jake's room, but the promise is broken when his parents decide to host tourists to supplement their limited income. There are computer problems and disappearing digital photos, easily accepted as odd glitches by his parents. Danny experiences cold drafts, strange voices, faces at the window, mirror writing, humming, and glowing lights. Visitors appear to be possessed by a grieving young woman who demands to know the whereabouts of her little boy. His parents don't believe him, assuming he's dreaming. When Danny tells his best friends, Gus and Nat, they treat it all lightly at first. But his bubbe Ruth and his friends' grandfathers are more willing to listen, telling him of dybbuks, ghouls, local ghosts, and more. The friends get to work researching ghosts and the history of Danny's building, finally finding some answers. Danny speaks directly to readers, always with a light touch, making his fearsome experiences even eerier. He intersperses the narration with admiring, insightful descriptions of his robustly diverse Brooklyn community, amusing translations of his Bubbe's Yiddish expressions, and hilarious chapter headings. Danny and his family are Jewish, Nat is Arab Christian, and Gus is white.The tale is gently scary with plenty of fun and a sweet conclusion, and its protagonist is absolutely delightful. (Fiction. 9-13) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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The Great Injustice That Is Happening to Me     Okay, in the Grand Scheme of Things, as my favorite history teacher, Mr. Nordstrom, likes to say, maybe it's not a great injustice.   Or as my dad likes to remind me, "Do you know how many kids would kill to be in your situation?"   Because this is really just about a closet.   Which wouldn't be such a big deal, except it's where I sleep.   So, yes, there are kids much worse off than I am, and I totally get that. But for a normal thirteen-year-old kid living in Brooklyn, what happened to me is, I think anyone would agree, a pretty big miscarriage of justice. Not like being enslaved, or made to feel like a second-class citizen or anything . . . Well, that's not true. I do feel like a second-class citizen. At least in my family nest.   We live in what is referred to as a two-bedroom apartment, since there are two bedrooms.   Which seems like a stupid detail but is actually a major part of this story.   Because I have an older brother and a set of parents (one of each sex--I only mention this because my friend Kyle has two moms and I want to be fair), that means two bedrooms for four people.   Now, in a typical family, I would share the bedroom with Jake (that's my brother's name), but since we're six years apart, it was decided when I was a whining little kid that me being in there would be a distraction from Jake studying.   And then he was a teenager, and then it was really important that he have his own room because, well, "You'll understand when you're older."   Well, I am older now, and a brand-new teenager myself, and nobody is saying I need to have my own room.   Okay, I do have a room.   Kind of.   Once I was too old to stay in my parents' room, they took the closet near the front door and turned it into a room.   I mean, it's a nice closet, as closets go, with a sliding door and shelves and room for a small futon. So that's my room.   And please do not make any Harry Potter jokes, because I've heard them all. I remember when I was in like first grade and friends would come over and think it was neat, because they would have normal rooms and mine was so different. Or they had normal families and shared a room with a sibling. "You're so lucky!" they would say.   Yeah, lucky me. Sleeping in a closet.   You might think that this is the injustice I'm talking about, but honestly, I didn't mind it, because of a promise my father and mother made to me when I got big enough to start complaining about the situation.   The promise was that I would get Jake's room right after he went to college. Which seemed totally fair. And Jake was cool with it, too. It's our parents who made the decision that totally ruined my life and changed everything.   Because in my moral universe a promise is a promise. Not something you can take back because it's not convenient. My dad says that there's a difference between "never" and "not right now," but I think that's garbage.   Basically, what happened was that Jake got into Cornell University. Which is an amazing thing, and was his first-choice school, and he totally deserves to go. But Cornell, I found out, is unbelievably expensive. And we just don't have that kind of money. Jake got a scholarship (I guess all that studying paid off), so I thought everything was fine, until the day after we dropped him off at school. It was late August, and I still couldn't believe I was finally going to have a real room to myself. I was thinking about how weird it would be to not have Jake around, when my parents knocked on my closet door.   I hear my dad clearing his throat. Then: "We need to talk to you." Excerpted from The Ghost in Apartment 2R by Denis Markell 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.