Harry’s Trees by Jon Cohen is a most peculiar story. It begins with a tragic accident. Jon is the author of two novels before Harry’s. He was the recipient of an NEA fellowship for creative writing, and he was a cowriter of a film directed by Steven Spielberg.
Jon begins, “Oriana had lost a book. It’s very special, Olive Perkins, the ancient librarian at the Pratt Public Library had told her. Somebody had made it by hand. When Olive gave it to Oriana, she almost couldn’t let go of it. There was a look in the old woman’s eyes Oriana had never seen before, a fleeting indescribable expression. Then Olive suddenly did the opposite, pushed The Grum’s Ledger into the young girl’s hands and moved her briskly toward the oak doors [of the Library]. ‘But there’s no due date,’ Oriana said. Olive still stamped her books the old fashion way, with a rubber stamp on the Date Due slip pasted on the last page. She was a tiny, bird-boned woman, but the stamp hit a book like John Henry’s hammer. ‘It’s due when you’re done with it, child,’ Olive said. She dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘And remember. You are my favorite reader, and now you are my