This is a funny book about people with no friends because of several reasons: meteors, age, lonely jobs, Internet, death.
I felt sorry for all the characters but especially for this tree.
I mean, look at it, a lonely piece of wood whose only companion is a bunch of indifferent leaves. Not even birds' nests. He turned into a coffee table and, surrounded by hundreds of objects in some house, still had no friends.
It seems when you're desperate to connect with people, you become some sort of friend repellent. So don't try too hard...
Anyway, whenever you think you're alone in this world, that you're a cool, interesting but friendless person, buy this book (I'm assuming you'll just have to buy it yourself) and remember, you might be alone but, ironically, you're not the only one feeling that way.
There must be a club, somewhere.