[正版图书]夏洛的网英语原版Charlotte’s Web夏洛特的网英文原版小说原著进口书籍儿童文学纽伯瑞奖EBWhit

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书名：Charlotte's Web 夏洛特的网

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数680L
作者：E. B. White
出版社名称：HarperCollins
出版时间：2012
语种：英语
ISBN：9780064400558
商品尺寸：13 x 1 x 19.4 cm
包装：平装
页数：184（以实物为准）

作者用童话的叙事风格表现出一分对生命本身的赞美与眷恋，给了我们关于生命的深沉的思索。

推荐理由：
1. 二十世纪伟大的美国随笔作家和儿童文学家EB怀特经典代表作；
2. 纽伯瑞儿童文学奖银奖作品，傲居“美国伟大的十部儿童文学名著”首位；

媒体评论：
“我们要感激E.B.怀特，不仅因其文字堪称完美；不仅因其眼光敏锐，乐观幽默；更因其多年来给予读者，不论老少，无尽的欢乐。”——美国国家图书委员会

“E.B.怀特是一位伟大的文体家。他的文学风格之纯净，在我们的语言中较之任何人都不遑多让。它是独特的，口语化的，清晰的，自然的，完全美国式的，极美的。他的人长生不老，他的文字超越时空。”——《纽约客》前总编威廉·肖恩

“E.B.怀特的行文，在从容不迫的节奏中闪现着敏锐的真知灼见，这一点与人并无不同，其出众之处在于，读者常会不期而遇诗意之震撼。”——约翰·厄普代克

Don’t miss one of America’s top 100 most-loved novels, selected by PBS’s The Great American Read.
This beloved book by E. B. White, author of Stuart Little and The Trumpet of the Swan, is a classic of children's literature that is "just about perfect." This paperback edition includes a foreword by two-time Newbery winning author Kate DiCamillo.
Some Pig. Humble. Radiant. These are the words in Charlotte's Web, high up in Zuckerman's barn. Charlotte's spiderweb tells of her feelings for a little pig named Wilbur, who simply wants a friend. They also express the love of a girl named Fern, who saved Wilbur's life when he was born the runt of his litter.
E. B. White's Newbery Honor Book is a tender novel of friendship, love, life, and death that will continue to be enjoyed by generations to come. It contains illustrations by Garth Williams, the acclaimed illustrator of E. B. White's Stuart Little and Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House series, among many other books.

Review
"Wilbur, a lovable pig, is rescued from a cruel fate by a beautiful and intelligent spider named Charlotte. Told with delicacy, humor, and wisdom...a perfect blending of fantasy and complete realism."--Booklist

Charlotte’s Web: Some Pig. Humble. Radiant. These are the words in Charlotte’s web, high up in Zuckerman’s barn. Charlotte’s spiderweb tells of her feelings for a little pig named Wilbur, who simply wants a friend. They also express the love of a girl named Fern, who saved Wilbur’s life when he was born the runt of his litter. E. B. White’s Newbery Honor Book is a tender novel of friendship, family, and adventure.

E.B.怀特（1899-1985）生于纽约蒙特弗农，毕业于康奈尔大学。多年来他为《纽约人》杂志担任专职撰稿人。怀特是一位颇有造诣的散文家、幽默作家、诗人和讽刺作家。对于几代美国儿童来说，他之所以出名是因为写的儿童读物《小斯图亚特》（1945）和《夏洛特的网》（1952）。一代又一代学生和作者熟悉他，因为他是《风格的要素》这本书的合著者（兼修订者）。该书是关于作文和惯用法的很有价值的小册子，由在康奈尔大学教过怀特英语的小威廉·斯特朗克教授撰写。散文《自由》于1940年7月首先由《哈泼斯》杂志发表。当时美国尚未加入反对纳粹的战争，世界正处于纳粹──苏联条约的时期，无论左派或右派都忽略了极权主义对民主的威胁。这篇散文收入怀特的文集《一个人的肉食》（1942）。

E. B. White,the author of such beloved classics as Charlotte’s Web, Stuart Little, and The Trumpet of the Swan, was born in Mount Vernon, New York. He graduated from Cornell University in 1921 and, five or six years later, joined the staff of The New Yorker magazine, then in its infancy. He died on October 1, 1985, and was survived by his son and three grandchildren.
Mr. White’s essays have appeared in Harper’s magazine, and some of his other books are: One Man’s Meat, The Second Tree from the Corner, Letters of E. B. White, Essays of E. B. White, and Poems and Sketches of E. B. White. He won countless awards, including the 1971 National Medal for Literature and the Laura Ingalls Wilder Award, which commended him for making a “substantial and lasting contribution to literature for children.”
During his lifetime, many young readers asked Mr. White if his stories were true. In a letter written to be sent to his fans, he answered, “No, they are imaginary tales... But real life is only one kind of life—there is also the life of the imagination.”

“Out to the hog house,” replied Mrs. Arable. “Some pigs were born last night.”“I don’t see why he needs an ax,” continued Fern, who was onlyeight.
“Well,” said her mother, “one of the pigs is a runt. It’s very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your fatherhas decided to do away with it.” “Do away with it?” shrieked Fern. “You mean kill it? Just because it’s smaller than the others?” Mrs. Arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. “Don’t yell, Fern!” she said. “Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway.”Fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grasswas wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Fern’s sneakers were sopping by the time she caught up with her father.
“Please don’t kill it!” she sobbed. “It’s unfair.” Mr. Arable stopped walking.
“Fern,” he said gently, “you will have to learn to control yourself.” “Control myself?” yelled Fern. “This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself.” Tears ran down her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father’s hand.
“Fern,” said Mr. Arable, “I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Now run along!” “But it’s unfair,” cried Fern. “The pig couldn’t help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?” Mr. Arable smiled. “Certainly not,” he said, looking down at his daughter with love. “But this is different. A little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another.” “I see no difference,” replied Fern, still hanging on to the ax. “This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of.”A queer look came over John Arable’s face. He seemed almost ready to cry himself.
“All right,” he said. “You go back to the house and I will bring the runt when I come in. I’ll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby. Then you’ll see what trouble a pig can be.” When Mr. Arable returned to the house half an hour later, hecarried a carton under his arm. Fern was upstairs changing her sneakers. The kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the room smelled of coffee, bacon, damp plaster, and wood smoke from the stove.
“Put it on her chair!” said Mrs. Arable. Mr. Arable set the carton down at Fern’s place. Then he walked to the sink and washed his hands and dried them on the roller towel.
Fern came slowly down the stairs. Her eyes were red from crying.
As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise. Fern looked at her father. Then she lifted the lid of the carton. There, inside, looking up at her, was the newborn pig. It was a white one. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.