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书名：Bud, Not Buddy 巴德，不是巴迪/巴弟

作者：Christopher Paul Curtis

出版社名称：Random House

出版时间：2002

读者对象: 8-12岁

语种：英文 

ISBN：9780440413288

商品尺寸：13.2 x 1.7 x 19.5 cm

包装：平装

页数：256

"It's funny how ideas are, in a lot of ways they're just like seeds. Both of them start real, real small and then... woop, zoop, sloop... before you can say Jack Robinson, they've gone and grown a lot bigger than you ever thought they could." So figures scrappy 10-year-old philosopher Bud--"not Buddy"--Caldwell, an orphan on the run from abusive foster homes and Hoovervilles in 1930s Michigan. And the idea that's planted itself in his head is that Herman E. Calloway, standup-bass player for the Dusky Devastators of the Depression, is his father.

●2000年纽伯瑞金牌奖（Newbery Medal Winner） 

●科雷塔·史考特·金金牌奖（Coretta Scott King Author Award Winner） 

●美国图书馆协会优秀儿童图书（ALA Notable Children's Book） 

●青少年精选奖（Young Reader's Choice Award）

巴德很小就失去了母亲，也从来没有见过父亲。妈妈从来没有告诉过他父亲是谁，但他认为妈妈留下的传单中有线索，一定可以让他找到自己的亲生父亲。什么也阻止不了他，不管是困难、饥饿、恐惧还是“吸血鬼”……小小的巴德历经挫折，最后终于找到了关爱他、呵护他的亲人，找到了他一直渴望的幸福生活......
Christopher Paul Curtis is the author of the Newbery Honor–winning The Watsons Go to Birmingham—1963.

CHAPTER 1

Here we go again. We were all standing in line waiting for breakfast when one of the caseworkers came in and tap-tap-tapped down the line. Uh-oh, this meant bad news, either they’d found a foster home for somebody or somebody was about to get paddled. All the kids watched the woman as she moved along the line, her high-heeled shoes sounding like little firecrackers going off on the wooden floor.

Shoot! She stopped at me and said, “Are you Buddy Caldwell?”

I said, “It’s Bud, not Buddy, ma’am.”

She put her hand on my shoulder and took me out of line. Then she pulled Jerry, one of the littler boys, over. “Aren’t you Jerry Clark?” He nodded.

“Boys, good news! Now that the school year has ended, you both have been accepted in new temporary-care homes starting this afternoon!”

Jerry asked the same thing I was thinking. “Together?”

She said, “Why, no. Jerry, you’ll be in a family with three little girls . . .”

Jerry looked like he’d just found out they were going to dip him in a pot of boiling milk.

“. . . and Bud . . .” She looked at some papers she was holding. “Oh, yes, the Amoses, you’ll be with Mr. and Mrs. Amos and their son, who’s twelve years old, that makes him just two years older than you, doesn’t it, Bud?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She said, “I’m sure you’ll both be very happy.”

Me and Jerry looked at each other.

The woman said, “Now, now, boys, no need to look so glum. I know you don’t understand what it means, but there’s a depression going on all over this country. People can’t find jobs and these are very, very difficult times for everybody. We’ve been lucky enough to find two wonderful families who’ve opened their doors for you. I think it’s best that we show our new foster families that we’re very . . .”

She dragged out the word very, waiting for us to finish her sentence for her.

Jerry said, “Cheerful, helpful and grateful.” I moved my lips and mumbled.

She smiled and said, “Unfortunately, you won’t have time for breakfast. I’ll have a couple of pieces of fruit put in a bag. In the meantime go to the sleep room and strip your beds and gather all of your things.”