I am most at home in books that ask for suspension of disbelief. All of my favorites reward me with glimpses of magic among the ordinary - the joy of unseen, absurd potential innate to the everyday-est object or circumstance. Calvino is a master of such magic. Here is a story of a boy from an 18th century noble family who decides one day at dinner, when he does not want to eat the snails he has been served, to climb up into the trees and live there forever. He succeeds beautifully. It is a fable of
independence, yes, and youthful rebellion, but to me it is more about the possibility of living in trees.
Imagine! Calvino did, and I am forever grateful.