OUR TREE NAMED STEVE

In a letter to his three children who are visiting their grandparents, a father recalls all the wonderful things Steve the tree has been to their family. When they visited the empty lot where they would build their house, Sari, the youngest, couldn’t say tree, so she said “Steve.” Thus, a family friend was dubbed. He was perfect for shade and hanging laundry when the dryer broke. He even held a hammock for fat Uncle Chester and drank all the sewer water when the sump backed up. Being a tree has its dangers, and a storm knocked Steve down. Friend to the last, Steve didn’t fall on the house, doghouse, swing set or garden. Dad’s writing to warn the kids that Steve won’t greet them when they return, but his lumber has made a wonderful new playhouse. Zweibel and Catrow have created a faultless piece of bibliotherapy for children working through loss. Catrow’s usual bright, wide-eyed, exuberant watercolors bring individuality and immediacy to Zweibel’s simple text. Steve’s almost-face shines in each illustration of this sentimental tribute. (Picture book. 4-7)