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书名：Bridge to Terabithia通往特雷比西亚的桥/仙境之桥
难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数810L
作者：Katherine Paterson凯瑟琳·佩特森
出版社名称：HarperCollins
出版时间：2017
语种：英文
ISBN：9780064401845
商品尺寸：13 x 1 x 19.4 cm
包装：平装
页数：144
★国际安徒生大奖
★纽伯瑞儿童文学奖金奖
★美国图书馆协会“20世纪100本影响世界的童书”之一
★美国刘易斯卡罗尔书架奖
★美国《学校图书馆》杂志优秀图书奖
★美国科罗拉多州蓝云杉青少年图书奖
★波兰雅努什·科扎克奖
★法国青少年读者大奖
★荷兰银铅笔奖
当你还是小孩子的时候，有没有想过把光收集起来放在包里？
有没有想过与松鼠或小鹿成为朋友？
在大人的眼里，那也许只是一片废弃的树林。可是在他们眼中，那是他们的特雷比西亚王国，他们就是王国里的国王和王后。
杰西等到了莱斯莉。而你呢？
是谁让你相信，只要心中有爱，就会抵达梦想的彼岸？是谁让你开始拥有坚持梦想的信心，有了对抗并不太美好的真实世界的勇气？
每个人都有属于自己的“莱斯莉”，每个人心中都有一个特雷比西亚。
Bridge to Terabithia《通往特雷比西亚的桥》是国际安徒生大奖与国际林格伦纪念奖获得者凯瑟琳·佩特森女士的经典著作，小说以友情、梦想、死亡、成长为主题，借幻想的翅膀展现心灵的无限自由，不同年龄层的读者均可在其中找到释放心灵的空间。
小说被译作十几种语言，在全球创下了五百万册的销售成绩，更接连获得多项大奖。根据该小说改编的好莱坞大片《仙境之桥》也取得了巨大成功，揽获众多电影奖项，受到全球影迷的追捧。扮演杰西和莱斯莉的小演员乔什·哈切森和安娜·索菲娅·罗伯一夜成名，成为全世界孩子们的偶像，甚至有人总结出了“仙境之桥症候群”这样的电影观后感。
The 40th anniversary edition of the classic Newbery Medal-winning title by beloved author Katherine Paterson, with brand-new bonus materials including an author’s note by Katherine herself and a foreword byNew York Times bestselling author Kate DiCamillo.
Jess Aarons has been practicing all summer so he can be the fastest runner in the fifth grade. And he almost is, until the new girl in school, Leslie Burke, outpaces him. The two become fast friends and spend most days in the woods behind Leslie’s house, where they invent an enchanted land called Terabithia. One morning, Leslie goes to Terabithia without Jess and a tragedy occurs. It will take the love of his family and the strength that Leslie has given him for Jess to be able to deal with his grief.
Bridge to Terabithiawas also named an ALA Notable Children’s Book and has become a touchstone of children’s literature, as have many of Katherine Paterson’s other novels, includingThe Great Gilly HopkinsandJacob Have I Loved.
Review
“Set in contemporary rural America, the story is one of remarkable richness and depth, beautifully written.” —The Horn Book
“Eloquent and assured.” —Kirkus Reviews
“15 Banned Books Every Tween and Teen Should Read.” — Brightly
十岁的男孩杰西住在乡下农场，有四个姐妹与永远做不完的家事。他喜欢绘画，但不被认可，郁闷的他想要通过赛跑夺冠证明自己的价值。但女孩莱斯莉却在刚开学就打败了他。沉默寡言的杰西一度对开朗不羁的莱斯莉很反感，但两个“怪胎”却渐渐成为莫逆之交。他们在树林深处，荡着“施了魔咒”的绳子进入一个叫特雷比西亚的幻想王国尽情玩耍。直到有一天,绳子突然断了，那扇由莱斯莉开启的王国之门，是否从此对杰西关闭了？可不可以有一座桥，能再次引领杰西通往特雷比西亚？
A secret world of their own
Jess Aaron’s greatest ambition is to be the fastest runner in the fifth grade. He’s been practicing all summer and can’t wait to see his classmates’ faces when he beats them all. But on the first day of school, a new kid, a newgirl, boldly crosses over to the boy’s side of the playground and outruns everyone.
That’s not a very promising beginning for a friendship, but Jess and Leslie Burke become inseparable. It doesn’t matter to Jess that Leslie dresses funny, or that her family has a lot of money—but no TV. Leslie has imagination. Together, she and Jess create Terabithia, a magical kingdom in the woods where the two of them reign as king and queen, and their imaginations set the only limits. Then one morning a terrible tragedy occurs. Only when Jess is able to come to grips with this tragedy does he finally understand the strength and courage Leslie has given him.
凯瑟琳·佩特森是享有国际声誉的美国儿童作家，著有许多流行全世界的作品，是全美图书协会书目中的常备书，并受到广泛称颂。她的著作已被翻译成22种语言，并多次荣获各种国际性大奖。她三次获得纽伯瑞大奖，两次获得美国儿童文学国家图书奖，1998年和2006年先后获得童书界的两个奖项——国际安徒生大奖和国际林格伦纪念奖，可算是当代杰出的美国儿童文学作家之一。
Katherine Paterson is one of the world’s most renowned children’s book authors. Ms. Paterson has received the National Book Award twice and has won the Newbery Medal for bothBridge to Terabithia andJacob Have I Loved. She is also the author of two other I Can Read Books featuring Marvin,The Smallest Cow in the World andMarvin’s Best Christmas Present Ever. Ms. Paterson lives in Barre, Vermont.
Chapter One
Jesse Oliver Aarons, Yr.
Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity—Good. His dad had the pickup going. He could get up now. Jess slid out of bed and into his overalls. He didn’t worry about a shirt because once he began running he would be hot as popping grease even if the morning air was chill, or shoes because the, bottoms of his feet were by now as tough as his worn-out sneakers.
“Are you going, Jess?” May Belle lifted herself up sleepily from the double bed where she and Joyce Ann slept.
“Sh.” He warned. The walls were thin. Momma would be mad as flies in a fruit jar if they woke her up this time of day.
He patted May Belle’s hair and yanked the twisted sheet up to her small chin. “Just over the cow field,” he whispered. May Belle smiled and snuggled down under the- sheet.
“Gonna run?”
“Maybe.”
Of course he was going to run. He had gotten up early every day all summer to run. He figured if he worked at itand Lord, had he worked-he could be- the fastest runner in the fifth grade when school opened up. He had to be the fastest-not one of the fastest or next to the fastest, but the fastest. The very best.
He tiptoed out of the house. The place was so rattly that it screeched whenever you put your foot down, but Jess had found that if you tiptoed, it gave only a low moan, and he could usually get outdoors without waking Momma or Ellie or Brenda or Joyce Ann. May Belle was another matter. She was going on seven, and she worshiped him, which was OK sometimes. When you were the only boy smashed between four sisters, and the older two had despised you ever since you stopped letting them dress you up and wheel you around in their rusty old doll carriage, and the littlest one.cried if you looked at ther cross-eyed, it was nice to have somebody who worshiped you. Even if it got unhandy sometimes.
He began to trot across the yard. His breath, was coming out in little puffs—cold for August. But it was early yet. By noontime when his mom would have him out working, it would be hot enough.
Miss Bessie stared at him sleepily as he climbed across the scrap heap, over the fence, and into the cow field. “Moo—oo,” she said, looking for all the world like another May Belle with her big, brown droopy eyes.
“Hey, Miss Bessie,” Jess said soothingly. “Just go on back to sleep.”
Miss Bessie strolled over to a greenish patch-most of the field was brown and dry-and yanked up a mouthful.
“That’a girl. Just eat your breakfast. Don’t pay me no mind.”
He always started at the northwest comer of the field, crouched over like the runners he had seen on Wide World of Sports.
“Bang,” he said, and took off flying around the cow field. Miss Bessie strolled toward the center, still following him with her droopy eyes, chewing slowly. She didn’t look very smart, even for a cow, but she was plenty bright enough to get out of Jess’s way.
His straw-colored hair flapped hard against his forehead, and his arms and legs flew out every which way. He had never learned to run properly, but he was long-legged for a tenyear-old, and no one had more grit than he.
Lark Creek Elementary was short on everything, especially athletic equipment, so all the balls went to the upper grades at recess time after lunch. Even if a fifth grader started out the period with a ball, it was sure to be in the hands of a sixth or seventh grader before the hour was half over. The older boys always took the dry center of the upper field for
their ball games, while the girls claimed the small top section for hopscotch and jump rope and hanging around talking. So the lower-grade boys had started this running thing. They would all line up on the far side of the lower field, where it was either muddy or deep crusty ruts. Earle Watson who was no good at running, but had, a big mouth, would yell “Bang!” and they’d race to a line they’d- toed across at the other end.
