Brooks is a very old house with lots of character. He also has a long-forgotten treasure in his attic. Len and Dora Grant are happily married and the new owners of Brooks Bed and Breakfast. The house has weathered one hundred and fifty years of life's trials but doesn't look anywhere near his age. His ceilings whisper fragments of history without revealing long-kept secrets. His words of wisdom are plastered within his walls, seeping from floorboards and echoing through creaking joists. However, he's just a house - right?
Brooks' oldest friend is Old Mrs. Sugar Maple, who stands as a sentinel. She was planted as a twig many years before Brooks became a house. Every year, she proudly sends her helicopter seedlings as evidence that she is still alive and productive. She attracts more attention in the fall when she changes leaf colors.
Everything gets complicated by a conniving woman with nefarious plans when she shows up on Brooks' doorstep. He, the mischievous maple tree, the wind whispering secrets, or the streams gurgling gossip are okay with this turn of events.
In every chapter, Brooks reveals sage wisdom proving that there's no place like home, and there's no home like Brooks.
