"She walked over to a pile of clothes, picked up a big dress, and held it up to the light. 'Oh my,' she whispered. 'What is this doing here?' She ran her hand over it. 'This was my mother's. She wore it all the time.' She laid it down, carefully, on top of the pile. 'All the time.'
'Is she dead?' I said.
'What's wrong with you? You remember her, don't you? You remember when she died?'
'Not your mother,' I said. 'Mine.'"
When We Get There was such a rich book, each word used perfectly. My heart ached deeply throughout this magnificent story. Lucas told everything with crisp detail, and it was hard not to taste a little bit of pear brandy and dirt on my lips.
Thirteen-year-old Lucas Lessar's father was killed in a mining accident a while back. Now recently Lucas's mother has disappeared without trace of where she's gone. All she leaves behind is a note telling them not to look for her.
His mother's boyfriend, Zoli thinks that Lucas is hiding from him where his mother went. He's beat up Lucas to try to get an answer from him, and the intimidating man will do anything he can to find her.
Lucas's great-grandfather moved from Russia to America, with only a little bit of money, a list of addresses and names, and pear seeds. He settled in Banning, Pennsylvania, on a farm and grew his pear tree. Then when the tree budded, he'd put bottles over the buds, and pears would grow inside of the bottle. That's how he made his special pear brandy. The pear tree meant everything to him.
Staying with the elders of his family, Lucas stays mainly mute. He lives mainly with his grandmother, Slats. On a night near Christmas, in 1974, Zoli came and set fire to the beloved pear tree.
Lucas's great-grandfather went crazy, became ill, and was never the same after that.
Lucas must go through every day in a haze, seeing his great-grandfather go crazy, watching the farm fall apart. He spends his days wondering where his mother could have gone, and if he can find her. He thinks about the terrifying Zoli, and dreads that he's going to come back.
It's only a matter of time before things start to fold out in front of him.
This is story of pear trees and old tales. Of sickness and injury. Of vengeance and violence. Of dirt and mines. Of fire and snow, ice rinks and cigarettes. Smart goats, crazy relatives. Broken hearts and Croatian songs. Of vanishing people and trapped ghosts. Exploding emotions and running away. Disappointment and understanding. This is a story of pure love.
I can barely put into words how much this book made my heart throb. This is the type of book that I've been looking for, for a long time. I can't explain it, I just found it on the library's shelf, and I knew that this was the perfect book I'd been looking for.
"My name is Lucas Lessar. I'm named after a dead great-uncle who was named after a dead baby. I'm the son of Mirjana and Jimmy Lessar. I'm the grandson of Raisa Janjovic. I live in Banning. I am writing this all down on this piece of paper to ask for the Tot-to to come back to the house here and look after us like Great-grandfather said it used to."
Every sentence was rich and warm to me. The characters were perfect in every way, and the overall story just shocked me. It's rare that I find stories that make me cry so hard. I love, love, love this book.
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