I believed in Santa Claus for much longer than everyone else my age. My mother proudly raised me to believe in fairies and (let’s be honest here) I still kind of do, particularly whenever I see small cascades in a stream (“fairy waterfalls!”) or tiny holes in tree trunks (“a fairy bedroom!”). My friends all shake their heads at the knowledge that I follow cryptozoology lore online the way that other people my age follow sports or celebrity gossip, and I hope beyond all reasonable hope, fingers crossed and eyes screwed shut, that Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster are real. But for all my unabashed belief in hidden animals and the unseen, I never gave much thought to extraterrestrials…. until I read Aliens on Vacation.
Scrub can’t believe his rotten luck. The summer before seventh grade, while all of his friends are playing basketball and getting their first kisses, his parents are forcing him to spend the summer in Washington state with his wacky grandmother at her bizarre B&B. His arrival at the Intergalactic Bed and Breakfast does nothing to ease his nerves. Grandma seems nice enough (if a bit off her rocker), but the guests are so weird. Why do they greet him with clammy hands and strange voices? Why are they all eating tin foil and drinking bleach? And what’s the deal with the closets in every room that glow with an eerie light?
The answer is revealed quickly: Grandma runs Earth’s only interplanetary vacation destination, and the aliens—or “tourists,” as they prefer to be called—arrive through the closet transporters daily, with everything from scaly purple skin to eyes on their stomachs. Somewhat against his will, Grandma enlists Scrub as her assistant and teaches him the ropes. He learns how to craft prosthetic faces, how to help dress an alien in a way that hides their five extra arms, what to do when there’s a planetary transportation error and you have to get a large grumpy squid to the nearby lake without any of the locals noticing… typical summer job stuff.
Except the locals are noticing. Despite everything Scrub is doing to keep a low profile, he is being spied on by two people: one, a very cute (smart, nice, funny, perfect) girl who is obsessed with extraterrestrial lore and desperate to know what is going on inside the B&B; and two, the local sheriff who will stop at nothing to find out what is really going on in his town. As the summer rolls by, Scrub begins to realize that it can be harder to talk to girls—especially cute ones—than to disguise even the most foreign-looking alien, but with Grandma’s help, he’s getting better at both. However, as the sheriff begins enlisting help from other suspicious locals and more “tourists” pour through their portals every day, it can’t be long before they are discovered. And no matter what happens, this is shaping up to be the weirdest summer of Scrub’s life.
I absolutely LOVED this book. It made me understand, in the most enthusiastic way possible, why people want to believe in aliens, and that can be almost entirely attributed to the gorgeously detailed and highly imaginative writing of Clete Barrett Smith. When paired with wonderful illustrations by Christian Slade of extraterrestrials peeking through portal windows at every chapter, every single “tourist” in the book has a distinct, quirky, and very funny personality. In turn, this delightful motley crew of fully developed characters provides a rich backdrop for Scrub, one of the most honestly and enjoyably depicted protagonists that I have stumbled across in a long time.
The themes—bravery, acceptance, honesty, imagination—are strongly supported by the text while (crucially) remaining subtle and taking the back seat to a tremendously compelling story. Yes, Aliens on Vacation is a children’s adventure in its truest form, but it’s a morality tale at its core, and a good one at that. Intelligent, energetic, and hopeful, this book is a delight on every page that inspires the imagination to take flight. Perhaps even as far as another galaxy.