Calypso loves the new old house where she lives with the two mamas. She doesn’t even mind that a ghost lives there too – until the ghost ruins the mamas’ holiday cookie party. Is there something he doesn’t like about parties? Or holidays? Or cookies? Calypso is determined to find answers, and clues turn up in the most unexpected places – the library, her friend’s house, even in the local cemetery. But time is running out. With her cat Whiskers, and with help from her new friend Abbey, Calypso races to solve the mystery – before the ghost can ruin their next party. Fun for middle-grade readers
Margaret Rodeheaver lives near Macon, Georgia, and writes short stories and novels for children and adults. She enjoys music, travel, and coffee, and hangs out with various writers' groups. She is also a pretty good whistler.
Calypso and her two moms have just moved into an old house on Grimsly Road. The day they moved in is when Calypso met the ghost named Charles. She saw him in the hallway and he pointed to her room and told her it was his room before he vanished. He didn’t scare her, but her cat Whiskers was definitely scared. Her Mama Rae bakes delicious desserts, and her Mama Vic is a potter. Her studio and kiln are in the old barn. Strange things began to happen around the house. The two mama’s plan a cookie exchange Christmas party. The morning of the party they awake to find all of the cookies destroyed. Calypso suspects it is Charles doing. She lets her new best friend Abbey know about Charles. Together they work together to try to find out why Charles would do such a thing and how he died. I have read this book and its sequel twice. It is a short book, but one I really loved.
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What a lovely holiday tale about a girl and a ghost. This is a great book for kids, I highly recommend. Although, by the time I was done reading, I had a serious craving for some Christmas cookies.