This is a book of interviews with trees. According to the blurb, they have “opinions on climate change, social development and spirituality”, but why damn a book on the basis of its back cover when there are pages of cutesy guff to slam?
The rowan tree could, perhaps, have mentioned that the Devil hanged his mother from his branches. Instead, he shares with us that his nature “most closely relates to people who get on with things and make the most of modest circumstances”, bless his Pooterish wooden heart.
The second half may be better, but by page 80 I was slipping into a diabetic coma, so I’ll never know.
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