Dave Matthews Band were a big deal in my teenage years, and even though they weren't one of my favourite bands, I think I may have listened to Crash Into Me a thousand or more times. When my son asked me to add If We Were Giants to our library queue, I loved the cover, and was intrigued by the synopsis, so I happily added it to our lengthy list. I saw the name Dave Matthews on the front, and although it started me singing that lovely romantic ditty I mentioned, I didn't put two and two together. It wasn't until we collected the book from the library and I perused the dust jacket, that I was pleasantly surprised. While reading the back flap, I learned that the obviously multidimensional artist, Matthews, and Clete Barrett Smith, a popular children's writer, had collaborated to create this bewildering tale by merging the fantastical stories of their childhood imaginations.
If We Were Giants centres around the life, loss and love of our precocious and valiant heroine, Kirra. A storyteller at heart, her life took a sorrowful and dangerous turn that left her unable to find her voice, and use her inherited gifts. As she suffered through 'memory traps' that caused flashbacks which debilitated her and forced her to avoid any reckoning of the trauma she had suffered, I couldn't help but feel that she was living through a type of PTSD. This was one of the aspects of the book that I really appreciated, as I felt this story could be of great use for children who have suffered through damaging experiences. The journey Kirra took to find her strength and return to the brave girl that she had always been, with the support of the loving family that she was fortunate enough to find herself with, was both inspirational and uplifting.
We were transported to a well-built world, where the themes of love, family, community, nature, strength and resilience shone through on every page. The prose was as lush and vibrant as the canopy inhabited by the 'Tree Folk' that Kirra helped to bring together, and the monstrous 'Takers' were as frightening as any marauder of humanity's viciously pock-marked past. As a lovely bonus, there were an array of colourful and striking illustrations in the centrefold of the book which really added to the wonder of the tale.
My son and I were truly enthralled by this emotional story, and even though it is slated in the age range of 8-12, we both agreed that this was a story that would be enjoyed by anyone over the age of 8.