Peter and Wendy (Google eBook)

Front Cover
C. Scribner's Sons, 1911 - Fantasy - 267 pages
12 Reviews
The adventures of Peter Pan, the boy who would not grow up.
  

What people are saying - Write a review

User ratings

5 stars
10
4 stars
1
3 stars
1
2 stars
0
1 star
0

User Review - Flag as inappropriate

Peter <3
Peter Pan was my first love. I never saw the Disney cartoon because I knew that was not my Peter. The closest thing that has come close to the magic of the Neverland is the 2003 film
starring Jeremy Sumpter. That is the Peter I know. My son's name is Peter and my daughter is Jane Moira and I call them my Darlings. Barre wrote the essence of childhood in this beautiful tale of Peter and his first mother...or was she? Don't ask him, he surely won't remember. The whimsical fancy caught my heart at a young age: Smee the vicious pirate that couldn't help but be loved, the Never-bird who never failed to be the truest mother of the story, Slightly the boy who so wanted a mother he believed he remembered her laugh. Of course, there's the boy who is "youth and joy. A little bird who has broken out of its shell." He is everything that I see in the laughter of my children. I long ago gave him my hidden kiss. Perhaps a review should contain literary analysis and criticisms. I suppose this is more of a thank-you letter to the man who made youth and joy and little boy made for a little girl to fall in love with at the age of four until the age of 'far more than twenty'. Peter, FOREVER. 

Contents

I
1
II
17
III
34
V
58
VI
75
VII
94
IX
110
X
122
XIV
150
XVI
162
XVII
176
XIX
185
XXI
201
XXIII
214
XXIV
232
XXVI
248

XII
144

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 43 - Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
Page 1 - THIS MAN is MINE" Frontispiece FACING PACK . 56 . 63 . 66 . 108 . 122 . 142 . l63 . 186 . 3l6 . 326 CHAPTER I PETER BREAKS THROUGH AL children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother.
Page 42 - I want always to be a little boy and to have fun. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long long time among the fairies.
Page 1 - Of course they lived at 14, and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right hand corner.
Page 10 - Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents ; but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each other's nose, and so forth. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.
Page 8 - ... next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees...
Page 104 - Perhaps she is going to sing in her sleep," said Peter. "Wendy, sing the kind of house you would like to have." Immediately, without opening her eyes, Wendy began to sing: / wish I had a pretty house, The littlest ever seen, With funny little red walls And roof of mossy green.
Page 80 - In person he was cadaverous and blackavized, and his hair was dressed in long curls, which at a little distance looked like black candles, and gave a singularly threatening expression to his handsome countenance. His eyes were of the blue of the forget-me-not, and of a profound melancholy, save when he was plunging his hook into you, at which time two red spots appeared in them and lit them up horribly.
Page 9 - Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakishlooking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers...
Page 73 - Where are they, where are they, where are they?" Thus sharply did the terrified three learn the difference between an island of make-believe and the same island come true. When at last the heavens were steady again, John and Michael found themselves alone in the darkness. John was treading the air mechanically, and Michael without knowing how to float was floating. "Are you shot?

Bibliographic information