书名：Five Children and It 五个孩子和一个怪物/五个孩子和沙精

读者对象：9-11岁
作者：E. Nesbit
出版社名称：Alma Classics
出版时间：2017
语种：英文
ISBN：9781847496362
商品尺寸：12.9 x 1.6 x 19.8 cm
包装：平装
页数：160 (以实物为准)

英国儿童文学作家伊迪斯·内斯比特在自己的作品中，不是把现实中的孩子带入一个幻想的世界，而是把幻想世界的人物带人了孩子们的日常生活。这就大大拉近了作品与读者的距离，让孩子们觉得，这故事是说的他们自己、他们自己身边的故事，而不再是“很久很久以前”的故事了，从而使作品拥有了批判现实的力量——Five Children and It《五个孩子和一个怪物/五个孩子和沙精》就是这样一部作品。

几乎每个孩子都幻想过自己能碰到一位无所不能的神仙，而这位神仙能变出自己想要的任何东西。巧的是，这本书里的五个兄弟姐妹就真碰到了。可是，愿望好实现，过程却一点都不好玩，紧随而至的尴尬轮番上演。五个孩子到底都经历了哪些冒险趣事呢？翻这本书，你也来寻找答案吧！

书的后面还附有作者、角色、同类经典书籍的介绍，以及一篇选择题小测试（Test Yourself），检验你是否真的读懂了这本书哦！

When Cyril, Anthea, Robert, Jane and their baby brother start exploring a gravel pit not far from their new countryside home, they make an unexpected and very curious discovery. The gravel pit is home to a Psammead, a sand fairy. This ugly creature has eyes like a snail, ears like a bat and the body of a spider, and is very grumpy indeed. He grants the children one wish every day, and though they are excited to have all their desires fulfilled, they soon realize that having one's wishes come true can have unexpected consequences…
E. Nesbit's much loved children's tale has enchanted generations of readers, and has been adapted for the screen numerous times – most notably by the BBC in a hugely popular 1990s series. It remains one of the most cherished children's classics ever written, and an indispensable part of every young reader's library.

Review
“I love E. Nesbit I think she is great and I identify with the way that she writes. Her children are very real children and she was quite a groundbreaker in her day.” --J.K. Rowling

五个兄弟姐妹到乡下度假，在那里，他们碰到了一位能帮助他们实现所有愿望的沙地精灵，孩子们这下高兴坏了……沙精作法他们变得漂亮无比，可保姆却不认识他们了，还把他们赶出家门；沙精给他们变出很多钱，可这些钱不但不能用，还害得他们差点被警察抓走；他们长出翅膀飞到教堂顶上，却困在那里下不来；他们和“城堡”外的敌人对抗，和剥头皮的印第安人周旋，眼睁睁地看着连话都说不全的小弟弟长成了二十多岁的大小伙……
伊迪斯·内斯比特（Nesbit，1858-1924），英国女作家。著有四十余部儿童文学作品，其中包括小说和故事集，代表作品有《铁路边的孩子们》、《寻宝六人组》、《想做好孩子》、《闯祸的快乐少年》、《五个孩子和一个怪物》、《五个孩子和风凰与魔毯》、《魔堡》等。

English author and poetEdith Nesbit (1858–1924) is best remembered as E. Nesbit, the name she used for all of her children's books and stories. She achieved fame for Five Children and It, The House of Arden and The Railway Children, which has become one of the most loved classics of English literature.

THE HOUSE WAS THREE MILES from the station, hut before the dusty hired fly had rattled along for five minutes the children began to put their heads out of the carriage window and to says “Aren’t we nearly there?” And every time they passed a house, which was not very often, they all said, “Oh, is this it?” But it never was, till they reached the very top of the hill, just past the chalk quarry and before you come to the gravel pit. And then there was a white house with a green garden and an orchard beyond, and Mother said, “Here we are!”

“How white the house is,” said Robert. “And look at the roses,” said Anthea.
“And the plums,” said Jane.
“It is rather decent,” Cyril admitted.
The baby said, “Wanty go walky,” and the fly stopped with a last rattle and jolt.
Everyone got its legs kicked or its feet trodden on in the scramble to get out of the carriage that very minute, hut no one seemed to mind. Mother, curiously enough, was in no hurry to get out — and even when she had come down slowly and by the step, and with no jump at all, she seemed to wish to see the boxes carried in, and even to pay the driver, instead of joining in that first glorious rush round the garden and the orchard and the thorny, thist1 briery, brambly wilderness beyond the broken gate and the dry fountain at the side of the house. But the children were wiser, for once. It was not really a pretty house at all; it was quite ordinary and Mother thought it was rather inconvenient, and was quite annoyed at there beingno shelves, to speak of, and hardly a cupboard in the place. Father used to say that the ironwork on the roof and coping was like an architect’s nightmare. But the house was deep in the country, with no other house in sight, and the children had been in London for two years, withoutso much as once going to the seaside — even for a day by an excursion train — and so the White House seemed to them a sort of fairy palace set down in an earthly paradise. For London is like prison for children, especially if their relations are not rich.
Of course there are the shops and the theatres, and Maskelyne and Cooke’s, and things —but if your people are rather poor, you don’t get taken to the theatres, and you can’t buy things out of the shops; and London has none of those nice things that children may play with without hurting the things or themselves — such as trees and sand and woods and waters.