At the beginning of third grade, Kaline Klattermaster has a lot of troubles. His father has disappeared from home, and Kaline's ditzy mother won't say where he is. At school Kaline is tormented by bullies and needs to follow all sorts of rules, such as keeping his bottom on his seat and writing "consistently" with the same hand. When things become overwhelming, Kaline escapes into an imaginary world, where he has a magnificent tree house and two friendly older brothers. In her children's fiction debut, bestselling novelist Kimmel (A Girl Named Zippy) creates some memorable moments, especially near the end, when Kaline bonds with Mr. Osiris Putnaminski, his eccentric white-haired neighbor, who looks "like a CRAZY SANTA CLAUS" and provides help when it's needed most. However, the narrative abruptly jumps from Kaline's fantasies to his down-to-earth concerns about family and school; the shifts are problematic and confusing. Gimmicky devices (like the frequent use of capitalization) are more distracting than effective, and at times Kaline comes off as much younger than his years. His mispronunciation of words ("pangemonia," "The Declamation of Inkpendence") and academic struggles contradict the precociousness offered as an explanation for his having started school a year early; if anything he seems to have some sort of disability. However much readers may sympathize with Kaline's circumstances, they are likely to have trouble relating to the character and understanding what makes him tick. Illustrations not seen by PW. Ages 7-12. (Feb.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Kaline Klattermaster's Tree Houseby Haven Kimmel, Peter Brown
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Kaline Klattermaster LOVES his mom. ADORES his mom. But his mom can be, well, a bit forgetful sometimes. A bit lax. A bit...CRAZY. For instance, she's a bit crazy when she leaves him in the tub for THREE HOURS. Or gives him a chicken leg for breakfast...or forgets that he needs to go to school. AND he's not completely sure his mother understands how time works.
She's been even a bit MORE CRAZY since his dad left. So it's a very good thing that the folks in Kaline's tree house are not so crazy. They understand him. They don't mind that he sometimes HAS to play his pretend bugle, and, of course, they are FULL of good advice on how to handle bullies.
His mom hints that the tree house is imaginary. Kaline is UNCONVINCED.
The New York Times bestselling author of A Girl Named Zippy is delighted to introduce Kaline Klattermaster, a little boy who understands the importance of a few good friends -- make-believe OR otherwise.
Gr 3-4- Third-grader Kaline Klattermaster can't sit still. Sounds he doesn't even know he is going to make just pop out of his mouth. He starts out to do a task or his homework but then a single word or idea captures his complete attention and he's off in a daydream. In the real world, his dad has disappeared (Kaline's scatterbrained mother says only, "He's not here") and bullies are making school miserable. When his mother reads him a newspaper article about "grown up" tree houses, his imagination is off and running, creating a dream tree house filled with interesting objects, 100 puppies, and two cool older brothers who understand him perfectly. However, Kaline may need some real-world help to deal with his problems. His perceptions and actions are often hilarious, and the story offers a great look into the mind of someone who marches to a different drummer. No mention is made of a disability, but those familiar with ADHD might make a connection to Kaline's behavior. Fortunately he has parents (Dad has moved out but makes an appearance at the end) and a kindly neighbor who, while they develop different strategies for dealing with him, love him exactly the way he is. Kaline is a real, likable character and is reminiscent of a younger Joey Pigza. Readers will enjoy stepping into his imaginary world, empathize with his troubles, and cheer him on throughout the story.-Kelly Roth, Bartow County Public Library, Cartersville, GACopyright 2008 Reed Business Information.
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Kaline Klattermaster's Tree House
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Do Not Walk On Grass!
On the last day of summer before third grade, Kaline Klattermaster, who was small for his age, sat on the top step of his front porch and looked around Hoppadoppalous Court. He made a grand waving gesture, since there was no one to see him do it. All of this, as far as the eye could see, had once been the domain of the noble warrior. OR, or maybe AND, it had once been so thick with trees that a squirrel could travel for miles from branch to branch without touching the ground. And there he was, the noble warrior heading down the road on a very friendly white horse -- well, it was pony-sized and NOT scary, and the warrior was bringing Kaline gifts of feathers and...the other stuff they brought, like corn and beads! And there were squirrels, swinging from tree to tree, and they looked slightly like monkeys!
A car drove past and it was a loud car, and the warrior and the squirrels disappeared. TOO BADLY. Kaline squinted. And THEN sometime much later but he didn't know HOW MUCH later, all of this land, as far as Kaline's other eye could see, had been farmland, thousands of acres. And then TIME PASSED and all of the farms were sold, and these houses were built, including Kaline's own -- EXCEPT for thehouse next door, the home of a certain someone. Kaline looked up and down the street, which was straight as a stick, at each square house on each square of land. He remembered for certain that all of his neighbors had acre of grass, or perhaps, or even ths.
He was getting better with fractions. For instance, he understood that the slashy line in the middle went this way: -- . Kaline hummed, scratched the top of his head, waved his arms above his head as if he were at a baseball game. HISTORY, however, was still a huge problem and who knew what was going to happen in the third grade. His parents had made a HUGE mistake by starting him in school a year early because of where his birthday fell, and also because he had been a WHIZ KID in day care. AHEM. It turned out that being the smartest BABY didn't matter all that much, did it? At the end of second grade he was asked what year our country had been founded and in his mind he saw the warriors, the trees, the flying squirrels, and he wrote: 1927. He looked at it. He changed it to 1289. Then suddenly he was overcome with the idea that there might be a year that began with "5," like "in the year 562," and he had to put his head down on his desk and pretend to snore.
Every house was the same EXCEPT for the one next door, which belonged to Kaline's life-long neighbor and certain someone, Mr. Osiris Putnaminski and his white terrier, Maestro. Mr. P.'s house was GIGANTIC and probably HAUNTED. A brick monstrosity is what his neighbor on the other side, Mrs. Jalopoly, called it. It was very old, built in 1827 or in 718, and Mr. P. still had FIVE acres of land, at least. He had his big yard, his flowering plants, and then at the back, beyond his garden, WOODS. They were his very own. He could swing from tree to tree there, should he desire.
Kaline tried marching without standing up. That worked. He tried to remember the words of "The Star-Spankled Banger," and he sang some of those. Could he wish Mr. P. out of his house with just the force of his mind? He tried, but the front door stayed closed. Eventually, Kaline knew, Mr. P. would emerge, a cane in one hand and a leash in the other, and he would walk the trotting white dog up and down the block. Mr. Putnaminski was a light-brown-skinned man with a beard and WHITE HAIR, which he wore in a PONYTAIL. Mrs. Jalopoly said it was scandalous, she said that between Mr. P.'s hair and beard and the belly he wore out in front of him he looked like a CRAZY SANTA CLAUS.
In addition to the house, the land, the woods, the dog, the ponytail, Mr. P. was in possession of an old car that moved through the neighborhood like a wild cat, but slooow, like a very old panther. He was retired from his former life as the owner of beauty schools, and he had a hobby that Kaline sometimes heard whispers of but he didn't know what it was, and as he looked down at his square of yard, which was bordered with yellow signs his father had planted that said: DO NOT WALK ON GRASS! DO NOT WALK ON GRASS! Kaline thought about his wishes in their order of wishedness:
- He would like to get hold of that white dog and keep it.
- He would like to explore those woods.
- Don't talk to strangers was a problem, as this prevented him from engaging Mr. P. in the conversation that would lead to 1 and 2.
- Was Mr. P. a stranger, or simply STRANGE?
- He would like to roll around in the grass and also DIG in it. The best thing would be to peel up the grass, dig around in the dirt for a long time, and then put the grass back down over the hole like A WIG, and then wait for someone to step on the hole.
- But what if the dog fell in by mistake? Kaline would ONE HUNDRED PERCENT not wish that; with all of his per-centages he would keep the dog from stepping on the wig hole.
- Some older brothers would be nice, also third graders like Kaline. P.S. At least one should have circus muscles and one should have a fast car.
- He would like to know where his father was.
"So, Mr. Putnaminski," Kaline said, waving his hand at his neighbor's house. He was trying to look like a detective, so what that hand was doing swinging around like a conductor at an orchestra Kaline COULD NOT SAY. "You're a man of the world. When was the last time YOU saw my dad? And where have YOU been for the last two days? Or four? Do you know the last thing my dad said to me? 'Eat your green beans.' Last words. What do you make of that?"
Kaline scratched under his arms. In all the square yards around him no one appeared or moved or came out to offer him a surprise blackberry pie, so he gave up and stood up and brushed the dust off his pants. He opened the front door of his white house and slipped out of his shoes. Squinting through the dark living room, where the air conditioner was turned up so high the tempera-ture was hovering around THREE, Kaline could see his mother sitting at the kitchen table, looking at the phone book and not moving. There was her usual cup of coffee but she wasn't drinking it, and he thought maybe now was not the BEST TIME to suggest she make a pie, buy him a swimming pool, change her mind about video games, let him grow his hair out like Shaggy on Scooby-Doo, home-school him.
Kaline wondered: why was his mother just sitting like that? If his dad were here she would be up to something, and he would have to sigh and say "Estelle, Estelle," meaning why was she so scatter-minded and dancing around the kitchen, why did she glue sequins and rhinestones to the frames of all of her eyeglasses, and why did she always have to ride her bicycle everywhere? A bicycle that was called by the name of 1977 Schwinn. Kaline had known its name since he was little. One Nine Seven Seven Schwinn was another way of saying it only his dad did not agree. Why did she take up candle-making and leave wax all over the kitchen, hmmm? Why learn the bongo drums? How did that help anyone, Kaline's father would have asked, and why weren't the drums put away neatly? Why the strange hats worn with the One Nine Seven Seven bicycle? Where were Estelle's shoes and why did they NOT MATCH, was another question often spoken out loud.
Kaline stared at his mother for one minute, or maybe an hour, but she didn't look up at him, so he went into his room, where his new backpack was already filled with school supplies, and next to it sat a grocery bag filled with paper towels and old socks for the dry-erase board and germ-killing hand goo. At the Super Humongnous Department Store, which seemed to Kaline the size of a small CITY, his mother had looked at the list of things he needed for the year, then sighed and said, "Soon they'll be asking us to buy shoes for the teachers," which Kaline didn't understand but for some reason found HILARIOUS. For the next twenty minutes or maybe it was eighty, he ran up and down the shoe aisle saying, "What about THESE? What if we provided these shoes for Mrs. Leetlemeyer? Or THESE? Can you picture these on Coach Joe, I ask you?" At one point Kaline had so exhausted himself with hilarity he had to lie down on the floor and his mother said, "Don't think I won't run over you with this cart," and he had started laughing again, and his mother had to stand him up MANUALLY and straighten his clothes. She said people were staring but they weren't, because everyone was taken up with a toddler in house slippers who was screaming so hard she was causing the other shoppers physical pain in their ears, including Kaline's ears. That had been two days ago, and where was his dad then? Was it that night with the green beans, or another?
Kaline took a running leap and jumped on his bed, causing it to crash against the wall. This happened every day. He waited for his mother to yell at him but she didn't. He picked up the stuffed husky dog he slept with at night, Banjo, and held him tight. For sure Kaline loved Banjo, even though his dad had said Banjo "wasn't real." This "real" statement had caused Kaline to stare at his dad with disbelief. Could his father not see that Banjo COULD NOT GET ANY REALER? The dog was right there.
Kaline held him tight -- he could tell Banjo had that feeling again, the one that was like Empty -- because Banjo really wanted a friend; he always had. But Kaline's dad didn't want other dogs in the house (too messy and noisy) and no other dogs had ever invited Banjo over to their doghouses to play, so he spent the whole day alone.
Kaline pretended to fall asleep, but fortunately was awakened by his pretend snoring. What a lousy way to spend the last day of summer THAT would have been!
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Haven Kimmel is the author of The Used World, She Got Up Off the Couch, Something Rising (Light and Swift), The Solace of Leaving Early, and A Girl Named Zippy. She studied English and creative writing at Ball State University and North Carolina State University and attended seminary at the Earlham School of Religion. She lives in Durham, N.C.
Peter Brown is the author of Children Make Terrible Pets and the critically acclaimed artist of Chowder and Flight of the Dodo. He is a graduate of the Art Center College of Design in Pasedena, California, and he lives in Brooklyn, New York. Visit Peter at PeterBrownStudio.com.
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For third-grader Kaline Klattermaster (who is small for his age and started school early besides), life is full of rules:
1. Do not walk on grass!
2. The chair is not a jungle gym.
3. Placemats on the kitchen table must be exactly two inches apart.
4. Your stuffed dog is not real (even though it's sitting right there).
How he would love to dig in the grass, and how on earth is he supposed to sit still when he's not allowed to talk at the table? Usually, when Kaline ends up sitting upside down, his father goes to the garage for alone time.
Now that Kaline's dad has left, that leaves only Kaline's crazy mom to set the timer on his bath (which she doesn't), and take him to school (which sometimes doesn't happen). It's up to Kaline to take care of things himself until his father gets home, but even he can't handle it himself.
Luckily, he finds aide in the mysterious neighbor, Mr. P, Mr. P's dog, Maestro, and Kaline's two older brothers (who also happen to be in third grade, and who live in a giant tree house with 100 puppies).
Intended for younger readers, I found this book highly enjoyable, fast-paced, and a little crazy, which I think is how it's meant to be.
What a wonderful story, full of imagination and fun. Kaline's treehouse is a special place that every child should have the opportunity to enjoy. As Kaline starts third grade, his life is changing and he isn't sure why. His treehouse becomes a place where Kaline can find the answers and friends he needs. I would reccomend this story to any child who has ever felt bullied, confused, or just plain different. The text is easy to read and has a fast pace. The story and charcters draw the reader in and keep their attention up to the last word.
This is the best book I have ever read in my life! I completely reccomend it to everyone! It rocks!
I cant say much more it wasted my time