书名：Fuzzy Mud烂泥怪

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数700L
作者：Louis Sachar路易斯·萨奇尔
出版社名称：Yearling Books
出版时间：2017
语种：英文
ISBN：9780385370226
商品尺寸：13.2 x 1.2 x 19.4 cm
包装：平装
页数：182
Fuzzy Mud《烂泥怪》是美国著名儿童文学大师、Holes《洞》作者路易斯·萨奇尔的新作。故事发生在孩子们熟悉的校园内，将这一代孩子必须面对的地球能源短缺、科技失衡、家庭环境、同学霸凌等问题融合在一起，告诉孩子如何在这样的环境中更好地成长，并且不失内心的光芒。

★荣获美国图书馆协会荣誉图书奖、父母选择奖、芝加哥公共图书馆图书、《纽约时报》畅销书等多个奖项
★作者路易斯·萨奇尔一生之中荣获无数国际荣誉，包括纽伯瑞儿童文学奖、美国国家图书奖五十多个儿童文学奖项
★《烂泥怪》一经出版就获得高度评价，已输入全球十四个国家的版权，包括英国、德国、法国、意大利、加拿大等国，是与纽伯瑞儿童文学金奖作品《洞》相媲美的佳作

From Louis Sachar, the multi-award-winning author of Holes, comes theNew York Timesbestseller that’s been nominated for 13 state awards and counting!

They got lost.
The world got scared.
And the mud got fuzzy.
Fifth grader Tamaya Dhilwaddi and seventh grader Marshall Walsh have been walking to and from Woodridge Academy together since elementary school. But their routine is disrupted when bully Chad Hilligas challenges Marshall to a fight.
To avoid the conflict, Marshall takes a shortcut home through the off-limits woods. Tamaya, unaware of the reason for the detour, reluctantly follows. They soon get lost. And then they find trouble. Bigger trouble than anyone could ever have imagined. What they uncover might affect the future of the world.
Fuzzy Mud is an imaginative and suspenseful story of the great lengths we’ll go to for friendship and family, the mishaps and breakthroughs that are made in the name of science, and the wonders of mud... fuzzy mud.
A JUNIOR LIBRARY GUILD SELECTION
A FINANCIAL TIMES BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR

Review
“The children are well-realized characters and agents within their immediate social worlds... [and] the very fate of the world is at stake.” — The New York Times
“Holds as much suspense as fuel for discussion.” — Booklist, Starred
“Fast-paced. An exciting story of school life, and bullies that becomes a quick meditation on the promise and dangers of modern science. ” — Kirkus Reviews
“This engaging eco-cautionary tale... will captivate readers while giving them plenty to think about.” — School Library Journal
“... vintage Sachar for the way it brings big ideas to everyday drama.” — The Horn Book
“Sachar blends elements of mystery, suspense, and school-day life into a taut environmental “cautionary tale. ” — PublishersWeekly
“An engrossing plot... a most entertaining ride....Readers will devour this delightful book just as they did with HOLES. A unique story that keeps readers on their toes.” — VOYA
“Sachar is a master at compact and unintimidating plotting; the school story unfolds with swift authenticity in its own right and then becomes tautly suspenseful. ” — TheBulletinoftheCenter for Children’s Books
“... lively narrative... snappy dialogue and plenty of action. ” — ShelfAwareness

塔玛亚原本是个聪明又守校规的好学生，每天和邻家男孩马修结伴上下学。一天，总爱欺负马修的查德扬言要和马修单挑，马修不得已带着塔玛亚躲进了学校旁边的树林里。慌乱中，塔玛亚把一块烂泥巴扔到了查德脸上。随后，一系列怪事接二连三发生：塔玛亚的手起泡流血，查德第二天没有回家也没有去学校，马修竟然又偷跑进了树林中……与此同时，环保部门召开了一系列秘密听证会，原来这一切都和树林里的烂泥巴有关，三个孩子无意中被卷进了一个惊天秘密……

Be careful. Your next step may be your last.
Fifth grader Tamaya Dhilwaddi and seventh grader Marshall Walsh have been walking to and from Woodridge Academy together since elementary school. But their routine is disrupted when bully Chad Hilligas challenges Marshall to a fight. To avoid the conflict, Marshall takes a shortcut home through the off-limits woods. Tamaya, unaware of the reason for the detour, reluctantly follows. They soon get lost. And then they find trouble. Bigger trouble than anyone could ever have imagined.
In the days and weeks that follow, the authorities and the U.S. Senate become involved, and what they uncover might affect the future of the world.

路易斯·萨奇尔，美国著名儿童文学作家。他是编织好故事的高手，因喜欢孩子心中那纯真的美丽世界，坚持为孩子们写作将近四十年。一生之中，他荣获无数国际荣誉，包括纽伯瑞儿童文学奖、美国国家图书奖等五十多个儿童文学奖项。在大学期间，他曾在小学工作，那成了影响他一生的重要经验。每写一本新书，他都想做出一次突破，而孩子们面临的成长困境这个关注点，则始终是他进行文学创作的内核。创作这本《烂泥怪》的初衷，是他意识到学校霸凌越来越严重，成长环境越来越糟糕，从而给孩子们一种启发，赋予孩子们一种力量。

Louis Sachar is the author of the #1 New York Times bestseller Holes, which won the Newbery Medal, the National Book Award, and the Christopher Award, as well as Stanley Yelnats’ Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake; SmallSteps, winner of the Schneider Family Book Award; and TheCardturner, a Publishers Weekly Best Book, a Parents’ Choice Gold Award recipient, and an ALA-YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults Book. His books for younger readers include There’sa Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom,TheBoy Who Lost His Face,Dogs Don’t Tell Jokes, and the MarvinRedpost series, among many others.
Tuesday, November 2 

11:55 a.m.
Woodridge Academy, a private school in Heath Cliff, Pennsylvania, had once been the home of William Heath, after whom the town had been named. Nearly three hundred students now attended school in the four-story, black-and-brown stone building where William Heath had lived from 1891 to 1917, with only his wife and three daughters.
Tamaya Dhilwaddi’s fifth-grade classroom on the fourth floor had been the youngest daughter’s bedroom. The kindergarten area had once been the stables.
The lunchroom used to be a grand ballroom, where elegantly dressed couples had sipped champagne and danced to a live orchestra. Crystal chandeliers still hung from the ceiling, but these days the room permanently smelled of stale macaroni and cheese. Two hundred and eighty-nine kids, ages five to fourteen, crammed their mouths with Cheetos, made jokes about boogers, spilled milk, and shrieked for no apparent reason.
Tamaya didn’t shriek, but she did gasp very quietly as she covered her mouth with her hand.
“He’s got this superlong beard,” a boy was saying, “splotched all over with blood.”
“And no teeth,” another boy added.
They were boys from the upper grades. Tamaya felt excited just talking to them, although, so far, she had been too nervous to actually say anything. She was sitting in the middle of a long table, eating lunch with her friends Monica, Hope, and Summer. One of the older boys’ legs was only inches away from hers.
“The guy can’t chew his own food,” said the first boy. “So his dogs have to chew it up for him. Then they spit it out, and then he eats it.”
“That is so disgusting!” exclaimed Monica, but from the way her eyes shone when she said it, Tamaya could tell that her best friend was just as excited as she was to have the attention of the older boys.
The boys had been telling the girls about a deranged hermit who lived in the woods. Tamaya didn’t believe half of what they said. She knew boys liked to show off. Still, it was fun to let herself get caught up in it.
“Except they’re not really dogs,” said the boy sitting next to Tamaya. “They’re more like wolves! Big and black, with giant fangs and glowing red eyes.”
Tamaya shuddered.
Woodridge Academy was surrounded by miles of woods and rocky hills. Tamaya walked to school every morning with Marshall Walsh, a seventh-grade boy who lived three houses down from her and on the other side of their tree-lined street. Their walk was almost two miles long, but it would have been a lot shorter if they hadn’t had to circle around the woods.
“So what does he eat?” asked Summer.
The boy next to Tamaya shrugged. “Whatever his wolves bring him,” he said. “Squirrels, rats, people. He doesn’t care, just so long as it’s food!”
The boy took a big bite of his tuna fish sandwich, then imitated the hermit by curling his lips so that it looked like he didn’t have any teeth. He opened and closed his mouth in an exaggerated manner, showing Tamaya his partially chewed food.
“You are so gross!” exclaimed Summer from the other side of Tamaya.
All the boys laughed.
Summer was the prettiest of Tamaya’s friends, with straw-colored hair and sky-blue eyes. Tamaya figured that was probably the reason the boys were talking to them in the first place. Boys were always acting silly around Summer.
Tamaya had dark eyes and dark hair that hung only halfway down her neck. It used to be a lot longer, but three days before school started, while she was still in Philadelphia with her dad, she made the drastic decision to chop it off. Her dad took her to a very posh hair salon that he probably couldn’t afford. As soon as she got it cut, she was filled with regret, but when she got back to Heath Cliff, her friends all told her how mature and sophisticated she looked.
Her parents were divorced. She spent most of the summer with her dad, and one weekend each month during the school year. Philadelphia was on the opposite end of the state, three hundred miles away. When she returned home to Heath Cliff, she always had the feeling that she’d missed something important while she’d been gone. It might have been nothing more than an inside joke that her friends all laughed at, but she always felt a little left out, and it took her a while to get back into the groove.
“He came this close to eating me,” said one of the boys, a tough-looking kid with short black hair and a square face. “A wolf snapped at my leg just as I was climbing back over the fence.”