[醉染正版]洋葱约翰 Onion John 英文原版小说 一个移民杂工与12岁小男孩的友谊 纽伯瑞儿童文学奖 英文经典童

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书名：Onion John洋葱约翰

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数710L
作者：Joseph Krumgold
出版社名称：HarperCollins
出版时间：1984
语种：英文
ISBN：9780064401449
商品尺寸：13 x 1.3 x 19.4 cm
包装：平装
页数：248

Onion John《洋葱约翰》的作者是美国作家约翰·克卢高德（Joseph Krumgold），曾凭借...And Now Miguel《牧童历险记》（1954）和Onion John《洋葱约翰》（1960）两次获得纽伯瑞儿童文学奖金奖。本书讲述的是一个移民杂工和一个12岁小男孩之间的友谊，以及城中居民对此的看法和反应。

The story of a friendship between a 12-year-old boy and an immigrant handyman, almost wrecked by the good intentions of the townspeople.
Review
“One of the distinguished books of our time… The writing has dignity and strength.” — SLJ.

“[A] penetrating picture of a boy growing up… The book has a lingering effect on the reader.” — H.  

A Friend In Need Maybe someday, Andy Rusch will make his fathers dreams come true and be one of the first men on the moon. But for now, Andy is perfectly happy with everything the way it is. He likes working in his fathers hardware store, playing on the Serenity baseball team, and being best friends with Onion John, the town eccentric. Nobody else seems to understand Andy the way Onion John does. And nobody else understands Onion John at all. But Andys father doesnt seem to see how great things are. All he can see is how much better they could be. So, just like he does with Andy, Mr. Rusch starts making plans for Onion John. After all, he says, all Onion John needs is a little help. But Andy and his father soon learn that a little help can sometimes lead to a lot of trouble, especially when the person getting the help doesnt really want it ...
Joseph Krumgoldreceived the Newbery Medal for ...And Now Miguel. One of the few people to receive the medal twice, he was subsequently awarded it for his novel Onion John.
Up until I turned twelve years old the kind of friends I had were what you’d expect. They were my own age more or less. Most of them were born here in Serenity along with me. And all of us went to the same school together.
As long as those were the friends I had, nothing too serious ever happened to any of us, except a broken arm now and then or six stitches in somebody’s scalp or scarlet fever. The worst was when we were six years old and Eechee Ries had to be pulled out of the pond behind the closed down piano factory. Eech had to get worked over with a Pulmotor. They had him breathing again in about ten minutes and he came out fine. That was the worst. Until I got to know Onion John and we two came to be the best of friends.
Onion John was a lot different from anyone I ever hung out with before. Like his age. No one actually knew how old he’d be. But considering he was six feet and three inches tall with a mustache, it was a good guess that Onion John was well along in years. Anyway, he was a lot older than I am.
He used to live up on Hessian Hill, Onion John did, in a house he built out of piled up stone and four bathtubs and no running water. Once a month he’d get up in the middle of the night, according to the way the moon was, to cook up a stew with chunks of lead in it and maybe some chipped stone he collected and half a rabbit sometimes and always a little wood alcohol to make a blue flame. It wasn’t a stew for eating. It was to get gold out of the moon, to make his fortune.
I never saw any fortune come out of what Onion John was cooking. And now I guess I never will. Because everything’s changed for Onion John, on account of us getting to be friends the way we did.
It happened the day we played Rockton Township for the Little League Pennant. Onion John didn’t come out to watch the ball game, actually. He came to go shopping in the garbage dump behind center field which is the position that I play. The Serenity dump for John was the same as the supermarket is for most people. He went there for whatever he needed. And if he didn’t find what he was looking for he usually came across something he could use just as well. So the sight of Onion John out there on the garbage dump, that day, there was nothing too different in that.