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James Patterson is everywhere! Glad we found House of Robots.

 
 My son and I have developed a strange game called, "Where's James Patterson?" We find his books everywhere. In libraries, stores, any mix of genres and age ranges. James Patterson is always there.

Imagine my not-surprise when my son found House of Robots on one of the endcaps at our local library. We checked it out, cracked it open, and never looked back.

House of Robots is a fun book about a kid named Sammy who lives in a house FULL of robots! His mom is an incredible inventor, and she's created robots that can do just about anything. Her latest invention isn't sitting too well with Sammy though, because she's designed it to go to school.

The BEST part of this book, although much of it was wonderful, were the passages that talk about Maddie. Maddie is Sammy's sister, and she has an illness that makes it so she can't go hang out with the other kids because she might get sick. My husband is chronically ill, and Maddie's story helped my son to understand that his Daddy isn't the only one in the world who has to stay home all the time "just in case". It was an important message for our family.

This was a fun read that discusses some pretty difficult family health issues. My son and I are looking forward to reading more of this series by James Patterson and Chris Grabenstein. You can find House of Robots on Amazon here.

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