书名：The Explorer探险家

作者：Katherine Rundell
出版社名称：Bloomsbury Children's Books
出版时间：2018
语种：英文
ISBN：9781408882191
商品尺寸：12.9 x 3.6 x 19.7 cm
包装：平装
页数：416 （以实物为准）

★荣获儿童图书奖、科斯塔童书奖

★伦敦书展年度儿童旅游书籍
★入围“独立书店周”童书名单，入围“英国卡内基奖”提名

The Explorer《探险家》是畅销书作家凯瑟琳·朗德尔（Katherine Rundell）的作品，讲述了四个孩子在亚马逊热带雨林中为生存而战的冒险经历。这是一个关于勇气、智慧、友谊、冒险的故事，四个性格各异的孩子在旅程中克服了重重困难，心智逐渐成熟。无论大人还是小孩，都会被巧妙的故事情节深深打动。出乎意料的结局也是这本书的亮点之一哦！和四个孩子一起，开启一段难忘的冒险之旅吧！

Winner of the Children's Book Prize
Winner of the Costa Children's Book Award
Winner of the London Book Fair Children's Travel Book of the Year
Shortlisted for the Independent Bookshop Week Book Award, Children's category
Longlisted for the CILIP Carnegie Medal
From his seat in the tiny aeroplane, Fred watches as the mysteries of the Amazon jungle pass by below him. He has always dreamed of becoming an explorer, of making history and of reading his name amongst the lists of great discoveries. If only he could land and look about him.
As the plane crashes into the canopy, Fred is suddenly left without a choice. He and the three other children may be alive, but the jungle is a vast, untamed place. With no hope of rescue, the chance of getting home feels impossibly small.
Except, it seems, someone has been there before them.

Review
“Cracking. A kind of cross between Indiana Jones and the film Up. One of the most captivating books of the year”(Spectator)

“There's a gritty solidity to the horrors and the beauties, and a completely convincing depth to the characters, all of whom I loved. Katherine Rundell is now unarguably in the FIRST RANK” (Philip Pullman)

“An adventure story to die for. Rundell is a class act - her beautiful descriptions of the rainforest could turn the head of a Mayan statue. And scrap bedtime: her need-to-know next chapters just won't wait till the sun's up. What a discovery” (The Times)

“As extravagantly beautiful as the rainforest it so lovingly describes, I cannot imagine the child who wouldn't be delighted by it”(Independent)

“For sheer adventure, The Explorer is hard to trump” (Daily Telegraph)

“Rundell conjures up a world of natural beauty - pre-internet - where survival depends on cooperation. Her vivid locations are almost characters in themselves. Terrific” (Daily Mail)

凯瑟琳·朗德尔，英国儿童文学作家，从小在非洲津巴布韦长大，那片广阔、火热的土地给了她许多创作灵感。她的儿童文学处女作《野姑娘》即取材于自由自在的童年时光。《屋顶上的索菲》的写作灵感则来自于她在巴黎工作过的一个夏天，以及她在夜晚去牛津学院屋顶探险的经历。她还写了《骑狼女孩》、《探险家》等书，同样深受读者的喜爱。

Katherine Rundell (born 1987) is an English author and academic. She is the author of Rooftoppers, which in 2014 won both the overall Waterstones Children's Book Prize and the Blue Peter Book Award for Best Story, and was short-listed for the Carnegie Medal. Rundell's hobbies include tightrope walking and roof walking, and she says she begins each day with a cartwheel because "reading is almost exactly the same as cartwheeling: it turns the world upside down and leaves you breathless".

LIKE A MAN-MADE MAGIC WISH, THE AIRPLANE began to rise.

The boy sitting in the cockpit gripped his seat and held his breath as the plane roared and climbed into the arms of the sky. Fred’s jaw was set with concentration, and his fingers followed the movements of the pilot beside him: fuel gauge, throttle, joystick.
The airplane vibrated as it flew faster, following the swerve of the Amazon River below them. Fred could see the reflection of the six-seater plane, a spot of black on the vast sweep of blue as it sped toward Manaus, the city on the water.He brushed his hair out of his eyes and pressed his forehead against thewindow.
Behind Fred sat a girl and her little brother. They had the same slanted eyebrows and the same brown skin, the same long eyelashes. The girl had been shy, hugging her parents until the last possible moment at the airfield; now she was staring down at the water, singing tinder her breath. Her brother was trying to eat his seat belt.
In the next row, on her own, sat a pale girl with blond hair down to her waist. Her blouse had a neck ruffle that came up to her chin, and she kept tugging it down and grimacing. She was determinedly not looking out the window.
The airfield they had just left had been dusty and almost deserted, just a strip of tarmac tinder the ferocious Brazilian sun. Fred’s cousin had insisted that he wear his schooluniform, and now, inside the hot airless cabin, Fred felt like he was being gently cooked inside his own skin.
The engine gave a whine, and the pilot frowned and tapped the joystick. He was old and soldierly; with brisk nostril hair and a gray waxed mustache that seemed to reject the usual laws of gravity. He touched the throttle, and the plane soared upward, higher into the clouds.
It was almost dark when Fred first began to worry. The pilot began to belch, first quietly, then violently and repeatedly. His hand gave a sudden jerk, and the plane dipped drunkenly to the left. Someone screamed behind Fred. Theplane lurched away from the river and over the Canopy.
Fred stared at the man; he was turning the same shade of gray as hismustache. “Are you all right, sir?” he asked.
The pilot grunted, gasped, and wound back the throttle, slowing the engine. He gave a cough that sounded like a choke.