Oof, I guess I'm really on the outs, re: popular opinion, in that I love The Giving Tree, clearly, there are problematic elements, and the "Boy" is a dick, but 1.) It was the first gift that my grandmother gave me (sent in the mail with a little handwritten forward by her) and 2.) It kind of hit's different now; my mom died of glioblastoma recently and I'm just now thinking about the little comforts of the past year between learning and her passing. A lot of us are kind of dumbfuck little children throughout most of our lives, in relation to our parents and the developing relationship from our birth to their death.
