This is ELLA. She is six years old. She lives at the Local Hotel. She has a nanny called Manny. He has tattoos for sleeves and he might go in with some guys to buy a grilled cheese truck. Sometimes Ella weaves purses out of Ziploc bags and reclaimed twine. (She is artsy of course.) She has a dog named Stacie and a fish named Rasta and a scooter which is important for getting everywhere she needs to be. Altogether she has been to 62 events including that Hillary Clinton fundraiser. She is NEVER bored. If Ella and Kay Thompson’s Eloise got together for a play date, they would have a very good time indeed.
It’s been a long time since I have read the children’s’ book Eloise. All I remember is that it is about a little girl who lives in a hotel. Ella by Mallory Kasdan is a take-off of that classic book, adored by parents and children alike.
Ella is a worldly little girl who lives at The Local Hotel. It is populated by a variety of colorful characters. The cast of characters includes bell captains who wear skinny jeans, and Maverick, a bouncer from the rooftop bar. Ella has a nanny since her mother is an actress that communicates with Ella by computer. The nanny, a man, has tattoos and wants to buy a grilled cheese truck. He also drinks beer and watches movies in his pajamas with Ella. The hotel is a hipsters’ paradise, complete with photo shoots by the pool and a rooftop bar (where Ella helps by muddling the mint).
Clearly, this book is not meant for children. It seems geared to young adults who read Eloise as children and have fond memories of it. I am not sure that children would be interested in the book since it has no discernible plot and a barely there philosophical point of being a small part in a larger universe. Adults would enjoy the book much more as it really is a parody of the life of Eloise. It is definitely not for those with a traditional mindset.
The illustrations are lovely, but I would pass on this one as a book for children. Your local young adult would enjoy it more.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Regina
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