Scribbleboy - i remember this bok so vividly because it inspired me so much. i picked it up when i was 12 and it left a huge impression. not just the story, but also the illustrations that accompanied it - they were done by one of my favorite artists, Chris Riddell!
a child of the forest and of the village, he belonged to neither. the trees raised him, but he could not be a tree. the village children ran when he appeared and the villagers threw stones if they saw him. the animals hid when they saw he was two-legged. his only friends were the leaves that fell from above, fell to him. discarded like he was.
maybe because i was raised in a place sitting just above the equator, i think i would go crazy in a climate of prolonged cold. i love winter, i thrive in cold areas, but i would miss my summers too much.