The Coolest Thing Ever: Literary Tree Houses
A few weeks ago, my wife and I had the chance to take our little guy to a treehouse exhibit hosted at a local botanical garden, Cheekwood, here in Nashville.
Now, you’re probably wondering, Hey, I’m glad you had a nice family outing and all, but what does this have to do with books?
Thanks for asking! The tree houses, you see, were all inspired by literature. Literary tree houses! Now how cool is that?
The funny thing about the trip: I was much more into the tree houses than our two-year-old. He didn’t seem very impressed, plus all the people crowded around annoyed him. He needs his space.
But, since I took a bunch of photos, I thought I’d share a few with you today. Hopefully, unlike my two-year-old, you’ll think these tree houses are super cool.
Let’s take a look, with the passage that inspired each treehouse below the photo:
“Things could change…Things could be different. I don’t know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors.” Lois Lowry, The Giver, 1993
“If you built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854
“His ordinary voice sounded like a whisper after the harsh note of the conch. He laid the conch against his lips, took a deep breath and blew once more. The note boomed again: and then at his firmer pressure, the note, fluking up an octave, became a strident blare more penetrating than before.” William Golding, Lord of the Flies, 1954
“One green light squinting over Kidd’s Creek, which is near the mouth of the pirate river, marked where the brig, the Jolly Roger, lay, low in the water; a rakish-looking craft foul to the hull…She was the cannibal of the seas, and scarce needed that watchful eye, for she floated immune in the horror of her name.” J.M. Barrie, Peter and Wendy, 1911
“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something.” J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, 1937
“He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one different currents, each one a different colour, weaving in and out of one another like a liquid tapestry of breathtaking complexity; and Iff explained that these were the Streams of Story, that each coloured strand represented and contained a single tale.” Salman Rushdie, Haroun and the Sea of Stories, 1991
“The Rainbow Fish shared his scales left and right, and the more he gave away, the more delighted he became. When the water around him filled with glimmering scales, he at last felt home among the other fish.” Marcus Pfister, The Rainbow Fish, 1992
So goes our adventure visiting the land of literary tree houses.
I’ve got to say that going inside the Rainbow Fish was pretty cool. I don’t know if you can tell in the photo, but it’s made up of hundreds, maybe thousands, of CDs.
I think the Lord of the Flies is a novel just made for a tree house, but what about some others? Other possible literary treehouse?
Narnia? Lord of the Rings? Harry Potter?