While dealing with his parents' recent divorce, Tree works with his grandfather--helping him with his rehabilitation after having his leg amputated due to an injury he sustained in Vietnam. Caught in the middle of his parents' epic battle while struggling to deal with his own freakish abnormality, Tree draws strength and courage from his grandfather, his new friend Sohpie and even his aging dog Bradley.
This book had way too many fragments, too many simple sentences, and not enough substantial content.
Honestly, I feel like this book is only good for two things: fuel for a fire, and a fly-swatter. A few months ago, this gigantic fly flew into my room, and was buzzing around for a really long time. Personally, I feel that I could make great origami out of it." Well, good to know that we have the same opinions on this book.
The book did a good job at illustrating the struggles of divorce and bullying for a young boy.
Tree had to face the problem of not liking basketball and not being good at it, he had to face the bully, and had to face switching between his mom and dads houses every week. The genere of this book is realistic fiction, this is realistic fiction because Trees story is not real but could happen in real life.Tree has a internal problem of his parents divorce, this is internal because only he can see that he is sad not anyone else.Tree gets made fun of by a bully for being tall, this problem is between two characters making it external.
5 - ...being a tree is the best thing going in the plant world. People expect trees to be strong and steady and give good shade. His dad said they were going to get a new hutch, but they hadn't yet. His dad said they were going to repaint the downstairs so the darkened places on the walls where the pictures had hung--the ones his mother took when she moved out--would be gone. I think important things are worth fighting for, but there's nothing glorious about battles, nothing cool about holding a gun. But if you've got to fight to protect people, try to do your job the best you know how. I'm going to my mother's house. 47 - "We're going to grab hold of the first rule of electrical power," Grandpa hollered. We've got the negative, we're going to find the positive if it kills us." pg. 71 - "Do you know the secret to fighting a war?...You've got to hold on to the things you know to be ture, set your mind to a higher place, and fight like a dog to keep it there. War does that---it blows things up and leaves an empty place where something important used to be." pg. 96 - That's the thing about winter--it's so easy to forget about the other seasons--it never seems like it will end. It's all the things a person was, all their dreams, all the people who loved them, all they hoped to be and could give back to the world. Whatever you've learned about getting through hard times, I hope you'll share with the people around you...it's easy at a time like this to remember all the things we've left behind, but what this town has--the most important part of it--is sitting right here in this place." pg. 155 - You've got to welcome people back when they've been through a war. 172 - You've got to be patient to fix a thing right. 182 - Tree looked at his grandpa, and he could see the face of war and peace right there, backlit by the sun. It isn't so much about how tall Tree is but more about analogies in life that keep us moving on and learning. The largest number of life lessons or parables come from Tree's grandpa who fought in the Vietnam War and lost his leg.
Sam, known as Tree by absolutely everyone, is pretty ordinary in most ways: 7th grade, has a few friends, is searching for that something hes really good at, lives with his dad and grandfather 1/2 the time and his mom the other half...normal middle school stuff.
Any age can read this-it doesn't have swearing or sex. I didn't do that with this, but I did skim read at times.
As I grew up in River Forest, Illinois, in the 1950's, I seem to remember an early fascination with things that were funny. But I had a mother with a great comic sense (she was a high school English teacher) and a grandmother who had been a funny professional storyteller, so I figured the right genes were in there somewhere, although I didn't always laugh at what my friends laughed at and they rarely giggled at my jokes. For years I wanted to be a comedienne, then a comedy writer. I was a voracious reader, too, and can still remember the dark wood and the green leather chairs of the River Forest Public Library, can hear my shoes tapping on the stairs going down to the children's room, can feel my fingers sliding across rows and rows of books, looking through the card catalogs that seemed to house everything that anyone would ever need to know about in the entire world. With Evan's loving support, I decided to try my hand at professional writing. I can remember sitting at my typewriter (I didn't have a computer back then) writing away with Jean on a blanket on the floor next to me. If my writing was bad that day, I'd tear that page out of the typewriter and hand it to her.