书名：Charlotte’s Web 夏洛特的网 彩色插图版

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数680L
作者：E. B. White E. B.怀特
出版社名称：HarperCollins Publishers
出版时间：2001
语种：英语
ISBN：9780064410939
商品尺寸：13.7 x 1.4 x 20.3 cm
包装：平装
页数：192（以实物为准）
Charlotte’s Web《夏洛的网》是一部描写关于友情的童话，在朱克曼家的谷仓里，小猪威尔伯和蜘蛛夏洛建立了真挚的友谊。威尔伯的生命有危险时，看似渺小的夏洛用自己的力量救了威尔伯，但，这时，蜘蛛夏洛的生命却走到的尽头……

作者用童话的叙事风格表现出一分对生命本身的赞美与眷恋，给了我们关于生命的深沉的思索。
推荐理由：
1.二十世纪伟大的美国随笔作家和儿童文学家EB怀特经典代表作；
2.纽伯瑞儿童文学奖银奖作品，傲居“美国伟大的十部儿童文学名著”首位；
3.英文原版，配彩色插图，印刷精良，字体较大。

精彩书评：
“我们要感激E.B.怀特，不仅因其文字堪称完美；不仅因其眼光敏锐，乐观幽默；更因其多年来给予读者，不论老少，无尽的欢乐。”——美国国家图书委员会

“E.B.怀特是一位伟大的文体家。他的文学风格之纯净，在我们的语言中较之任何人都不遑多让。它是独特的，口语化的，清晰的，自然的，完全美国式的，极美的。他的人长生不老，他的文字超越时空。”——《纽约客》前总编威廉·肖恩

“E.B.怀特的行文，在从容不迫的节奏中闪现着敏锐的真知灼见，这一点与人并无不同，其出众之处在于，读者常会不期而遇诗意之震撼。”——约翰·厄普代克

“这实在是一本宝书。我觉得在一个理想的世界里，应该只有两种人存在：一种是读过《夏洛的网》的人；另一种是将要读《夏洛的网》的人。有时候，半夜里醒过来，摸摸胸口还在跳，就会很高兴，因为活着就意昧着还能再把《夏洛的网》读一遍，而读《夏洛的网》就意味着还活着。”——严锋

This beloved book by E. B. White, author of Stuart Little and The Trumpet of the Swan, is a classic of children’s literature that is “just about perfect.” This high-quality paperback features vibrant illustrations colorized by Rosemary Wells!
Some Pig. Humble. Radiant. These are the words in Charlotte’s Web, high up in Zuckerman’s barn. Charlotte’s spiderweb tells of her feelings for a little pig named Wilbur, who simply wants a friend. They also express the love of a girl named Fern, who saved Wilbur’s life when he was born the runt of his litter.
E. B. White’s Newbery Honor Book is a tender novel of friendship, love, life, and death that will continue to be enjoyed by generations to come. This edition contains newly color illustrations by Garth Williams, the acclaimed illustrator of E. B. White’s Stuart Littleand Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House series, among many other books.
在朱克曼家的谷仓里，快乐地生活着一群动物，其中小猪威尔伯和蜘蛛夏洛建立了真挚的友谊。然而，一个丑陋的消息打破了谷仓的平静：威尔伯未来的命运竟然是成为熏肉火腿。作为一只猪，悲痛绝望的威尔伯似乎只能接受任人宰割的命运，然而，看似渺小的夏洛却说：“我救你。”于是，夏洛用自己的丝在猪栏上织出了被人类视为奇迹的网络文字，并彻底逆转了威尔伯的命运，终于让它在集市的大赛中赢得了特别奖项和一个安享天年的未来。可这时，蜘蛛夏洛的命运却走到了尽头……E·B·怀特用他幽默的文笔，深入浅出地讲了这个很有哲理意义的故事，关于爱，关于友情，关于生死……

Charlotte’s Web: Some Pig. Humble. Radiant. These are the words in Charlotte’s web, high up in Zuckerman’s barn. Charlotte’s spiderweb tells of her feelings for a little pig named Wilbur, who simply wants a friend. They also express the love of a girl named Fern, who saved Wilbur’s life when he was born the runt of his litter. E. B. White’s Newbery Honor Book is a tender novel of friendship, family, and adventure.

E.B.怀特（1899-1985）生于纽约蒙特弗农，毕业于康奈尔大学。多年来他为《纽约人》杂志担任专职撰稿人。怀特是一位颇有造诣的散文家、幽默作家、诗人和讽刺作家。对于几代美国儿童来说，他之所以出名是因为写的儿童读物《小斯图亚特》（1945）和《夏洛特的网》（1952）。一代又一代学生和作者熟悉他，因为他是《风格的要素》这本书的合著者（兼修订者）。该书是关于作文和惯用法的很有价值的小册子，由在康奈尔大学教过怀特英语的小威廉·斯特朗克教授撰写。散文《自由》于1940年7月首先由《哈泼斯》杂志发表。当时美国尚未加入反对纳粹的战争，世界正处于纳粹──苏联条约的时期，无论左派或右派都忽略了极权主义对民主的威胁。这篇散文收入怀特的文集《一个人的肉食》（1942）。

E. B. White, the author of such beloved classics as Charlotte’s Web, Stuart Little, and The Trumpet of the Swan, was born in Mount Vernon, New York. He graduated from Cornell University in 1921 and, five or six years later, joined the staff of The New Yorker magazine, then in its infancy. He died on October 1, 1985, and was survived by his son and three grandchildren.
Mr. White’s essays have appeared in Harper’s magazine, and some of his other books are: One Man’s Meat, The Second Tree from the Corner, Letters of E. B. White, Essays of E. B. White, and Poems and Sketches of E. B. White. He won countless awards, including the 1971 National Medal for Literature and the Laura Ingalls Wilder Award, which commended him for making a “substantial and lasting contribution to literature for children.”
During his lifetime, many young readers asked Mr. White if his stories were true. In a letter written to be sent to his fans, he answered, “No, they are imaginary tales... But real life is only one kind of life—there is also the life of the imagination.”

“Where’s Papa going with the ax?” said Fern to her mother asthey were setting the table for breakfast.

“Out to the hog house,” replied Mrs. Arable. “Some pigs were born last night.”“I don’t see why he needs an ax,” continued Fern, who was onlyeight.
“Well,” said her mother, “one of the pigs is a runt. It’s very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your fatherhas decided to do away with it.” “Do away with it?” shrieked Fern. “You mean kill it? Just because it’s smaller than the others?” Mrs. Arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. “Don’t yell, Fern!” she said. “Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway.”Fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grasswas wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Fern’s sneakers were sopping by the time she caught up with her father.
“Please don’t kill it!” she sobbed. “It’s unfair.” Mr. Arable stopped walking.
“Fern,” he said gently, “you will have to learn to control yourself.” “Control myself?” yelled Fern. “This is a matter of life anddeath, and you talk about controlling myself.” Tears ran down hercheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father’s hand.
“Fern,” said Mr. Arable, “I know more about raising a litter ofpigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Now run along!” “But it’s unfair,” cried Fern. “The pig couldn’t help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?” Mr. Arable smiled. “Certainly not,” he said, looking down at hisdaughter with love. “But this is different. A little girl is onething, a little runty pig is another.” “I see no difference,” replied Fern, still hanging on to theax. “This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of.”A queer look came over John Arable’s face. He seemed almostready to cry himself.
“All right,” he said. “You go back to the house and I will bringthe runt when I come in. I’ll let you start it on a bottle, like ababy. Then you’ll see what trouble a pig can be.” When Mr. Arable returned to the house half an hour later, hecarried a carton under his arm. Fern was upstairs changing hersneakers. The kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the roomsmelled of coffee, bacon, damp plaster, and wood smoke from thestove.
“Put it on her chair!” said Mrs. Arable. Mr. Arable set the carton down at Fern’s place. Then he walked to the sink and washedhis hands and dried them on the roller towel.
Fern came slowly down the stairs. Her eyes were red from crying.
As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise. Fern looked at her father. Then she lifted thelid of the carton. There, inside, looking up at her, was the newbornpig. It was a white one. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.