**spoiler alert** "Oh, brother. She was alway's trying to make friends with animals. But this was going too far." - Mary Pops Osborne, Jack says of Annie...more**spoiler alert** "Oh, brother. She was alway's trying to make friends with animals. But this was going too far." - Mary Pops Osborne, Jack says of Annie, when she holds her hand out to the Pteranodon.
At the time when I read these - first grade - I lived in my childhood home still, this homes was glorious for two sole reasons 1. I lived exactly fifty large steps away from my Grandparent and 2. we'll get to late. The house was not large, or even an overly medium home, with one story, one bath and three tiny bedrooms; I never realized how small everything was until I went back yours later and investigated. Regardless of this the backyard was child huge. The sort of huge that makes you believe you live on a farm in the middle of no where when actually you live the residential suburbs five minutes away from four separate parks, ten minutes by car to the beach and fall asleep to the sound of cars. To make things all the thing that much more glamours, we had a treehouse!! A treehouse that seemed to me was barely just by a hair smaller than our entire house. This tree held a two story- hand built by my father and brother - treehouse with a hidden underneath flip up door, just like in this book. My father, and my uncle's are carpenters, their uncle's were carpenters. We come from a long line of carpenters, and I have to give credit where credit is due, unbiasedly and truthfully my father has a gift from God in his hands. His architectural drawers are a work that could reveal master craftsmen, he built, hand sanded, stained, shellacked, and put together a dark wood swing for me within a matter of three days. "Help a monster!"- Mary Pops Osborne, Character Annie to Jack. Jack has no other option but to chase after his seven-year-old sister, into the woods and away from reality and into the imaginary world Annie loves to create. Then Jack stumbles across a treehouse and suddenly the trip is not so bad. So naturally Jack starts to climb the rope ladder that leads to the door and Annie protests with the argument that the rope is not safe. Soon enough, though Jake reaches the top and as he peeks his head through the hole he sees it. Books. Tons of tons of various books; ranging on various subjects, and displaying their age proudly across their spines. And of course the sister has to remind her brother of her presence, soon Annie has come along, up the ladder and into the treehouse carrying a scruffy dog named Henry in her arms. When Annie, ever the helpful optimist, picks up a book on dinosaurs a real one appears. The wind ruffles hairs as loud as thunder, and then even more deliciously horrifyingly obtuse the treehouse itself starts to move, than spin like a rapid twirling spintop. Still, the world is still when the tree house finally decides to stop spinning the only thing Jack thinks to say when he finds himself in prehistoric times is "None of this can be real." Annie, always the helpful optimist says "He's very real." pointing her child small fingers towards the Pteranodon. Armed with the book that could have brought them there a notebook and pencil to track the information they gather Jack and Annie set out to discover prehistoric times. However, not all of the creates who inhabit the Cretaceous period are friendly. While searching prehistoric wilderness Jack finds something startling: a golden medallion which means only one thing. Someone has come here before them. Of course when you go to the Prehistoric period - willing participant or not - you run the risk of well, you know getting eaten by a dinosaur. And that is just what almost happens when Jack spots a Trannysaurus rex heading straight for them. There was nothing left they could do in prehistoric times, not with a Trannysaurus rex on their tail so they did the only thing they could: they ran. Back to the tree house that had brought them here, back to the future, to their green porch, to Henry the scruffy neighbors dog, if only they can make it. Hiding behind a tree, desperate to get home, to pretend again is just when the Trannysaurus rex find the siblings and just as, with their hearts to their throats, the pair of them thought they were done for, Annie's friend swoops in to save the day. The Pteranodon delivers Jack and Annie safely back to the magic tree house where it spins, stills and brings them back to rural Pennsylvania. Walking back to their white wooden house and green front porch they made a pact, a pact that included two things: 1. they would tell no one of what happened, 2. they would go back into the woods tomorrow, up the ladder and into the magical tree house littered with old magical books.(less)
I took me a total of four months to complete this book. The reason thereof not having anything to do with the author writing style because is one to a...moreI took me a total of four months to complete this book. The reason thereof not having anything to do with the author writing style because is one to admire, but because it is one of those books that aches. If you have not yet found a book that does this for you I will be deliberate when explaining the feeling as it effects me on a personal opinionated level: It is a book that in the most illogical sense of the meaning of this next statement, beats with every word as if the book had taken on a life of its own. I found myself at times throwing the book at my bedroom walls, denying that the events had actually taken place. I would not go as far as to say I cried because though the authors agony is noted it is simply too stark to ignite tears. I do not think the author wanted sympathy or the act of submissive sobs but quite the opposite; I believed she just wrote it. By personal experience I suspect a writer grieves by writing as any tradesmen/women do when they work their desired trade. A friend of mine, a homeless man who once inhabited the outside of my high school once told me with such a clearly that I was stunned into silence for the remained of the day, he spoke around the smoke of his curling Marlboro and in sparks of flourish "Sometimes you just have to write, somethings even though they wont be forgotten have to be written down so they can remain solid." (less)
Lillian lives a normal boring and placid life, always sensing more than she logically percieved yet always making herself push the thoughts out of her...moreLillian lives a normal boring and placid life, always sensing more than she logically percieved yet always making herself push the thoughts out of her mind that is until some weird things begin to happen and then to make matters worse things begin to escalate as the avoidable tracks down Miss Lillian Hunt and she is forced to deal with all the weird senses she logically dismissed all her life.
A fine read, a little slow at first which is mainly the only reason I did not give the book five stars, a little towards the middle-ish we meet some handsome man candies who fully drag us into DeLucy's world and make us bite our nails at some points.(less)