My review of Maud Hart Lovelace’s The Trees Kneel at Christmas
What a delightful book! I’d worried that it wouldn’t be on a par with her other books, such as Betsy, Tacy and Tib, but it was so thoughtful, rich in description, and in love with the American-Lebanese community in Brooklyn that I needn’t worry. All great writers have empathy–Charles Dickens on the head of the list. Maud Hart Lovelace does too. She could write a warm description of little Afify, her brother Hanna, and their parents, grandmother, and grand uncle. She showed their faith in action to build a new home and community in a place as foreign from Lebanon as Brooklyn.
I had placed the book on hold long ago and only now received in, and thought it was the wrong time to read it but it snowed today, and my town is blanketed in a rich heavy spiritual snow just like in Afify’s Brooklyn on Christmas Eve. All the trees knelt in Ann Arbor on March 1.
A video from Ann Arbor to go along with the book. Anyone else’s tree kneeling today?