If you are looking for the ultimate showcase, in book form, of tree houses, this is the book for you.
It's so massive and all encompassing that the battery on my little camera about sputtered out trying to survey the turning pages. As a builder, I was already sputtering. It's a dream book to visit and re-visit to scheme over and maybe even make plans.
On a bookstore shelf the book looks outrageously appealing.
I built my first tree house at age 12, and by 14 I was joining my uncle Brian in his, 30 feet up into a white pine that we could only get to by rope. Knotted. You climbed.
By 15 I was latched into a small crew of amateur woodbuilders making a three tier tree house (think fort) in the narrow hillside of woods up off our small Berkshire hills town main street. Nobody seemed to know we were there.