Ready to party at the Halloween Motel, a family checks in, dons costumes (Dad's Elvis-the horror . Rocco's postmodern cartoon scenes, done in garish greens and purples, are chock-full of googlies, more caricatured than scary.
Ready to party at the Halloween Motel, a family checks in, dons costumes (Dad's Elvis-the horror, the horror), and breezily heads off down the halls to meet the other guests-all of whom wear amazingly realistic ghost, ghoul, mummy, vampire, zombie, witch, and other outfits.
Sean Diviny's story is hillarious and spooky in all the right places. You'll wish you had a reservation at this hotel when you see the wacky cast of characters created by Joe Rocco. There are many delightful nooks and crannies in this book that make you want to look at it again and again.
When a family mistakenly checks into the wrong motel for Halloween, they do not realize that just how scary the other guests are.
Publication, Distribution, et. New York When a family mistakenly checks into the wrong motel for Halloween, they do not realize that just how scary the other guests are. Personal Name: Rocco, Joe, ill. Rubrics: Halloween Juvenile fiction Hotels Stories in rhyme.
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Halloween Motel book. I think that this book is suited for second or third grade students. This would be a good book to read to kickoff October since it's about Halloween. Look out! Beware of checking in! Oh, you'll SCREAM. There are a lot of onomatopoeia's in this book too: buzz, creak, chomp. There are uses of alliteration too: bubbling brew, spooky scary.
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An edgy children's picture book. Signed and dated 10/30/00 by author Sean Diviny, and signed by artist Joe Rocco with a drawing.
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