Peter Pan Book and Charm

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HarperCollins, Jan 5, 2000 - Juvenile Fiction - 240 pages
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The latest edition to the Charming Classics series includes a paperback edition of Peter Pan – the story of Peter and Wendy and their adventures in Neverland – and a fabulous gold–tone Tinker Bell charm and necklace. Rediscover J.M. Barries' classic tale of the boy who never grows up in this gem of a package!

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User Review  - Alana Fulton - Christianbook.com

I purchased this book as a gift for the little girl who lives next door. She is an avid reader and I believe she will truly enjoy this classic... and the fairy necklace is pretty cute, too! And the price! $1.99! You can't find a better value than that! Read full review

Contents

Peter Breaks Through
3
Come Away Come Away
28
The Right
48
The Island Come True
62
The Little House
79
The Home Under the Ground
93
I0 The Happy Home
129
WendysStory
151
I4 The Pirate Ship
170
I6 The Return Home
197
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Page 35 - Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.' Tedious talk this, but being a stay-at-home she liked it. 'And so,' he went on good-naturedly, 'there ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl.' 'Ought to be? Isn't there?' 'No. You see, children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies...
Page 6 - Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things Straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day.
Page 1 - A ll 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 35 - I don't want ever to be a man," he said with passion. "I want always to be a little boy and to have fun.
Page 2 - Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many...
Page 53 - Indeed a million golden arrows were pointing it out to the children, all directed by their friend the sun, who wanted them to be sure of their way before leaving them for the night. Wendy and John and Michael stood on tiptoe in the air to get their first sight of the island. Strange to say, they all recognised it at once, and until fear fell upon them they hailed it, not as something long dreamt of and seen at last, but as a familiar friend to whom they were returning home for the holidays. "John,...
Page 66 - 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 184 - The cabin! Peter was in the cabin! The children gazed at each other. "Ay, ay," said Jukes blithely, and he strode into the cabin. They followed him with their eyes; they scarce knew that Hook had resumed his song, his dogs joining in with him: " Yo ho, yo ho, the scratching cat, Its tails are nine, you know, And when...
Page 7 - 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, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked...
Page 8 - 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.

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James Matthew Barrie, the creator of Peter Pan, was born on May 9, 1860, in Kirriemuir, Angus, Scotland. His idyllic boyhood was shattered by his brother's death when Barrie was six. His own grief and that of his mother influenced the rest of his life. Through his work, he sought to recapture the carefree joy of his first six years. Barrie came to London as a freelance writer in 1885. His early fiction, Auld Licht Idylls (1888) and A Window in Thrums (1889), were inspired by his youth in Kirriemuir. After publishing a biography of his mother Margaret Ogilvy and the autobiographical novel Sentimental Tommy, about a boy living in a dream world (1896), he concentrated on writing plays. The Admirable Crichton (1902), the story of a butler who becomes king of a desert island, helped to establish Barrie's reputation as a playwright. Meanwhile, he began to relive his childhood by telling the first Peter Pan stories to the sons of his friend, Sylvia Llewellyn Davies. The play Peter Pan was first performed in 1904 and published as a novel seven years later. Its imaginative drama, featuring the eternal boy's triumph over the grownup Captain Hook, idealizes childhood and underscores adults' inability to regain it. These resonant themes made it a classic of world literature. Barrie's later work shows his increasingly cynical view of adulthood, particularly in Dear Brutus (1917). Often considered his finest play, it concerns nine men and women whose caprices destroy a miraculous opportunity to relive their lives. Barrie married the former Mary Ansell in 1894. They divorced in 1909, never having any children. Barrie died in London on June 19, 1937.

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