“Someday Birds List:
Great Horned Owl
Dad would be so excited. If I can tell him that I’ve checked a great horned owl (GHO) off our list of Someday Birds, he would like that. It would make him feel happy. And feeling happy makes you heal quicker. That’s what Gram says.
I think about that as the truck shifts gears and roars forward, chugging up and up. What if I tried to spot all the birds on our list? Then I could tell Dad I found them all, that I did it for him. It could be like a gift I could give him. A gift to help him get better.
That feels right.”
Sometimes a book just touches your heart, and the reasons it affects you are difficult to pin down. “The Someday Birds” isn’t infinitely quotable; its prose is stirring but not overly sentimental or poetic; its characters are both highly unusual and oddly quotidian. In truth, I am hard pressed to articulate what exactly struck me about “The Someday Birds”, but something did. Maybe it is the fact that I read two-thirds of the story before remembering that is was a ‘middle grade’ book. Perhaps it is the fact that I still find myself thinking about the characters days after I’ve finished the book. Whatever it is, “The Someday Birds” was sweet and thoughtful, dark and yet full of hope.
The story is told by thirteen year old Charlie, a middle child who seems to be both autistic and obsessive/compulsive. Charlie’s mother died when he was just a toddler, leaving him, his older sister, and his twin younger brothers in the care of their journalist father. Somehow, this suddenly-single father is able to raise four children and manage his career, but all that changes when he is injured in an IED explosion while on assignment in Afghanistan. Now hospitalized with traumatic brain injury, his kids are left under the care of his lovingly gruff mother. But when doctors recommend a cross-country transfer to a specialist hospital in Virginia, the kids are left to fend for themselves until a responsible adult can be found to look after them. Enter Ludmila, a punk-styled woman who has made herself ubiquitous, mysteriously entering their father’s life and often lingering around his hospital bedside. Though Ludmila graciously agrees to stay with the kids, their distrust fuels their sense of adventure and they sneak off in an attempt to drive cross-country to their father’s side. In short shrift, Ludmila finds them and then the whole rag-tag bunch embarks on a messy, stirring road trip across country in a broken down RV.
Sally J. Pla writes of trauma and war, of sensory and sensibility, and of family. She reminds us that comfort is relative, relatives aren’t always comfortable, and family is what you make of it.
“I imagine what it’ll be like to tell Dad: ‘Remember how I hate the outdoors? Well, I’ve come all the way across the country to you, and I’ve seen all the birds on our Someday list, Dad.’
It will be like a hundred hand-washings of calm.”