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Peter Pan

Press: Blackstone Audiobooks; Unabridged edition (December 10, 2000)
Publication Date:2000-12
Author Name:Barrie, James Matthew


Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet, OM (9 May 1860 - 19 June 1937) was a Scottish author and dramatist, best remembered today as the creator of Peter Pan. 
He was educated in Scotland but moved to London, where he developed a career as a novelist and playwright.
There he met the Llewelyn Davies boys who inspired him in writing about a baby boy who has magical adventures in Kensington Gardens (included in The Little White Bird), then to write Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up, a "fairy play" about an ageless boy and an ordinary girl named Wendy who have adventures in the fantasy setting of Neverland.

From School Library Journal

Grade 3-5-- A portion of the royalties from this book are being donated to a British charity, but that's not a strong enough reason to buy it. 
Four movable pictures (the sort that rotate to dissolve from one scene to another), plus a scattering of tiny, hard-to-find flaps, accompany an incoherently abridged text.
The slightly antique-looking art is crudely executed; small figures with distorted or indistinct features change relative sizes from spread to spread, and are placed, in most scenes, with no discernible logic.
Stick with the original, available in several handsome editions, or if you must have an abridgment, go for the book/cassette package illustrated by Diane Goode, read by Lynn Redgrave, and adapted by Josette Frank (Random, 1987).- John Peters, New York Public LibraryCopyright 1992 Reed Business Information, Inc.

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From Kirkus Reviews

An unusually large, attractive, unabridged edition with dozens of full-page illustrations and smaller vignettes. 
In style, Gustafson's lusty oil paintings of the pirates are akin to N.
Wyeth's, though they have more the flavor of compelling dramatic play than real menace.
His slim, round-faced, rosy children and cozy interiors are closer to Wyeth's gifted student, Jessie Wilcox Smith, while the ethereal yet mischievous fairy folk recall Rackham.
This is not to suggest that the result is merely derivative, in the manner of Michael Hague; Gustafson is a talented craftsman who skillfully melds his references to past greats to create an appropriately traditional style that has enough of a contemporary aura (especially in the characterizations) for broad popular appeal.
An endpaper map of ``The Neverland'' and meticulous renditions of intriguing details add to the drama and fun.
A perfect gift for a family that reads aloud.
5+) -- Copyright ©1991, Kirkus Associates, LP.
All rights reserved.

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“Barrie wrote his fantasy of childhood, added another figure to our enduring literature, and thereby undoubtedly made one of the boldest bids for immortality of any writer. 
It is a masterpiece.”–J.

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Book Description

An upscale classic edition, with the full text and illustrations from the internationally acclaimed Silke Leffler.

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From the Publisher

5 1-hour cassettes

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From the Author

Barrie was a Scottish author.
He later moved to London, England where he became a playwright and novelist.
The Llewelyn Davies boys, who he became their guardian following the deaths of their parents, inspired him to write the indelible and beloved classic, Peter Pan.Silke Leffler was born in Austria.
She studied textile design and worked for a design studio in England.
Since 1996 she has worked as a freelance textile designer and illustrator of children’s books.

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From the Inside Flap

All children, except one, grow up...He is Peter Pan, you know, mother. 
At first Mrs.
Darling did not know, but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies.
She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person.
Besides she said to Wendy, he would be grown up by this time.
Oh no, he isn't grown up, Wendy assured her...

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From the Back Cover

Let your imagination take flight as you journey with Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, and the Darling children to the magical island of Neverland in this beautiful new unabridged gift edition of J.M. 
Barrie's classic story.
All-new original illustrations and ten exclusive interactive elements from the award-winning design studio MinaLima create an enchanted adventure for readers of all ages—all you need is to think lovely thoughts and use a little bit of fairy dust.

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About the Author

James Matthew Barrie (1860-1937) was born in Scotland. 
He moved to London in 1885.
He had a high reputation as a playwright, with productions including Quality Street (1901) and The Admirable Crichton (1902).
Peter Pan was first produced on stage in 1904 and in 1911 he turned the story into a book.

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Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Chapter OnePeter Breaks ThroughALL CHILDREN, except one, grow up. 
They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this.
One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother.
I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs.
Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up.
You always know after you are two.
Two is the beginning of the end.Of course they lived at 14, and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one.
She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth.
Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the righthand corner.The way Mr.
Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr.
Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her.
He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss.
He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss.
Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door.Mr.
Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him.
He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares.
Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.Mrs.
Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces.
She drew them when she should have been totting up.
They were Mrs.
Darling's guesses.Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed.
Darling was frightfully proud of her, but he was very honourable, and he sat on the edge of Mrs.
Darling's bed, holding her hand and calculating expenses, while she looked at him imploringly.
She wanted to risk it, come what might, but that was not his way; his way was with a pencil and a piece of paper, and if she confused him with suggestions he had to begin at the beginning again."Now don't interrupt," he would beg of her.
"I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven, with five naught naught in my cheque-book makes eight nine seven-who is that moving?-eight nine seven, dot and carry seven-don't speak, my own-and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door-quiet, child-dot and carry child-there, you've done it!-did I say nine nine seven? yes, I said nine nine seven; the question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven?""Of course we can, George," she cried.
But she was prejudiced in Wendy's favour, and he was really the grander character of the two."Remember mumps," he warned her almost threateningly, and off he went again.
"Mumps one pound, that is what I have put down, but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings-don't speak-measles one five, German measles half a guinea, makes two fifteen six-don't waggle your finger-whooping-cough, say fifteen shillings"-and so on it went, and it added up differently each time; but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.There was the same excitement over John, and Michael had even a narrower squeak; but both were kept, and soon you might have seen the three of them going in a row to Miss Fulsom's Kindergarten school, accompanied by their nurse.Mrs.
Darling loved to have everything just so, and Mr.
Darling had a passion for being exactly like his neighbours; so, of course, they had a nurse.
As they were poor, owing to the amount of milk the children drank, this nurse was a prim Newfoundland dog, called Nana who had belonged to no one in particular until the Darlings engaged her.
She had always thought children important, however, and the Darlings had become acquainted with her in Kensington Gardens, where she spent most of her spare time peeping into perambulators, and was much hated by careless nursemaids, whom she followed to their homes and complained of to their mistresses.
She proved to be quite a treasure of a nurse.
How thorough she was at bath-time; and up at any moment of the night if one of her charges made the slightest cry.
Of course, her kennel was in the nursery.
She had a genius for knowing when a cough is a thing to have no patience with and when it needs stocking around your throat.
She believed to her last day in old-fashioned remedies like rhubarb leaf, and made sounds of contempt over all this new-fangled talk about germs, and so on.
It was a lesson in propriety to see her escorting the children to school, walking sedately by their side when they were well behaved, and butting them back into line if they strayed.
On John's soccer days she never once forgot his sweater, and she usually carried an umbrella in her mouth in case of rain.
There is a room in the basement of Miss Fulsom's school where the nurses wait.
They sat on forms, while Nana lay on the floor, but that was the only difference.
They affected to ignore her as of an inferior social status to themselves, and she despised their light talk.
She resented visits to the nursery from Mrs.
Darling's friends, but if they did come she first whipped off Michael's pinafore and put him into the one with blue braiding, and smoothed out Wendy and made a dash at John's hair.No nursery could possibly have been conducted more correctly, and Mr.
Darling knew it, yet he sometimes wondered uneasily whether the neighbours talked.He had his position in the city to consider.Nana also troubled him in another way.
He had sometimes a feeling that she did not admire him.
"I know she admires you tremendously, George," Mrs.
Darling would assure him, and then she would sign to the children to be specially nice to father.
Lovely dances followed, in which the only other servant, Liza, was sometimes allowed to join.
Such a midget she looked in her long skirt and maid's cap, though she had sworn, when engaged, that she would never see ten again.
The gaiety of these romps! And gayest of all was Mrs.
Darling, who would pirouette so wildly that all you could see of her was the kiss, and then if you had dashed at her you might have got it.
There never was a simpler happier family until the coming of Peter Pan.Mrs.
Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds.
It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day.
If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her.
It is quite like tidying up drawers.
You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight.
When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.I don't know whether you have ever seen a map of a person's mind.
Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child's mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time.
There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island; for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose.
It would be an easy map if that were all; but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needlework, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on; and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal.
John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it.
John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together.
John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents; but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood in a row you could say of them that they have each other's nose, and so forth.
On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles.
We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact; not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distance between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed.
When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very nearly real.
That is why there are night-lights.Occasionally in her travels through her children's minds Mrs.
Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter.
She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michael's minds, while Wendy's began to be scrawled all over with him.
The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs.
Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance."Yes, he is rather cocky," Wendy admitted with regret.
Her mother had been questioning her."But who is he, my pet?""He is Peter Pan, you know, mother."At first Mrs.
Darling did not know, but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies.
There were odd stories about him; as that when children died he went part of the way with them, so that they should not be frightened.
She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person."Besides," she said to Wendy, "he would be grown up by this time.""Oh no, he isn't grown up," Wendy assured her confidently, "and he is just my size." She meant that he was her size in both mind and body; she didn't know how she knew it, she just knew it.Mrs.
Darling consulted Mr.
Darling, but he smiled pooh-pooh.
"Mark my words," he said, "it is some nonsense Nana has been putting into their heads; just the sort of idea a dog would have.
Leave it alone, and it will blow over."But it would not blow over; and soon the troublesome boy gave Mrs.
Darling quite a shock.Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them.
For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they met their dead father and had a game with him.
It was in this casual way that Wendy one morning made a disquieting revelation.
Some leaves of a tree had been found on the nursery floor, which certainly were not there when the children went to bed, and Mrs.
Darling was puzzling over them when Wendy said with a tolerant smile:"I do believe it is that Peter again!""Whatever do you mean, Wendy?""It is so naughty of him not to wipe," Wendy said, sighing.
She was a tidy child.She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her.
Unfortunately she never woke, so she didn't know how she knew, she just knew."What nonsense you talk, precious.
No one can get into the house without knocking.""I think he comes in by the window," she said."My love, it is three floors up.""Were not the leaves at the foot of the window, mother?"It was quite true; the leaves had been found very near the window.Mrs.
Darling did not know what to think, for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming."My child," the mother cried, "why did you not tell me of this before?""I forgot," said Wendy lightly.
She was in a hurry to get her breakfast.Oh, surely she must have been dreaming.

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From AudioFile

This unabridged reading of Barrie's tale of the Lost Boys in Never-Never Land fills in all the spaces left out by the various film and stage adaptations. 
The modern reader (or listener) may be more amused than shocked at incidents of brutal violence and political incorrectness alongside sensitive and sentimental observations about childhood lost.
Roe Kendall's reading is filled with magic and fairy dust; her voice is soothing and silken as she relates with precision the adventures of Peter, Wendy, and the Lost Boys with pirates, Indians, and a jealous Tinker Bell.
© AudioFile 2001, Portland, Maine-- Copyright © AudioFile, Portland, Maine


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  •     2017 Update: Based on the 1953 Disney movie (14th in Disney's animated classic series), this Little Golden Book really does a nice job of condensing the film into 24 pages and doesn't miss much while doing it! All of the characters I remember from my childhood - Wendy, John, Michael, Mr. & Mrs. Darling, Tinker Bell and her pixie dust, and all of the Neverland occupants... Captain Hook, Mr. Smee, the Lost Boys, Tiger Lily, and of course, that persistent croc is still ticking away! Mom took two of my younger sisters and I to see a re-release of this film when I was just a kid, and while I think some of the scenes were a bit overwhelming for my sisters, I loved every moment and came home imagining I was Wendy! And that's what the beauty of the Peter Pan story is at its core... a celebration of a child's imagination.We began a collection of Little Golden Books based on Disney movies years ago (couldn't afford all of the DVDs!), and it's really been a great investment. Our grandchild tally stands at four now, and we've found these books to be the perfect length for youngsters... long enough to give a good flavor of the story, but short enough to read in a limited space of time (i.e. while they munch on some lunch, prior to naptime, etc.) The illustrations are vivid and really capture a youngster's imagination!

  •     Awful!! Scary and poorly written. Very disappointed

  •     Too wordy for a 2 year old. Will read it when he's 4. Maybe he will be patient for it then

  •     I thought it was a good story for kids. They could learn from it. This was my first time reading this book.

  •     My child doesn't normally like reading but enjoyed this book.

  •     Book is in great condition!

  •     Very dated. At times violent and sexist. Loved it in my youth, but not appropriate today.

  •     I can definitely see why Peter Pan is often considered a cunning devil; he's like a force of nature. The book is contained in it's entirety, but the images are not included and it took me a while to figure out that there were supposed to be images near what seemed like random captions strewn throughout.

  •     It is long but not too long. Great to read while cuddling with the cat! In my opinion, everyone should read it at least once.

  •     as expected

  •     So many persons have experienced "Peter Pan" as a Broadway musical or as a Disney film that it is easy to overlook how brilliant, fun, and timeless this story is. 100 years from now it will hold up...as it has held up in the last 100 years. What are some of these terrific ideas? - a faerie that can either be all good or all bad, but not both at once - a boy wrapped in leaves who is dangerously courageous but still naive - a shadow that can be attached with a sewing needle - a marvelous dog that acts like a nanny - a mother who arranges a child's thoughts at night - a pirate captain who sings as he plunges his iron claw into his victim - bright stars that wink and whisper.Barrie's tale has both delightfully light and disturbingly dark aspects...perhaps that is part of its universal appeal. And for all the fun of "Peter", he is emotionally scarred from his conviction that he was abandoned by his mother. The scenes of Wendy holding him in her lap when he has nightmares is very touching.Children love "Peter Pan" because of the adventure! The final show down between the Lost Boys/Peter Pan and the Pirates is not to be missed.What I liked about Jim Dale's narration is that he makes you feel he is reading aloud a "bed time" story...maybe something you heard from your father long, long ago. On top of that, he is very good in voicing different accents for the various characters so it is easy to distinguish the many personalities. Even for those who "think" they know Peter Pan, this can be a surprising gift.

  •     My only exposure to Peter Pan was the Disney version and a stage play (based largely on the Disney version), so in listening to this unabridged original, I was a bit surprised to find it darker and more adult than the Disney adaptation. Tinkerbell, in particular, is darker and more adult in her "naughtiness" -- both in her jealousy of Wendy and in her feelings for Peter. The author several times mentions her "off-color language" and indeed she does several times call Peter a 3-letter word beginning with "a". Also, there are mentions of her desire for privacy, and once Peter refers to her "negligee", all of which give Tinkerbell a quite different persona that the cutesey/naughty fairy in the Disney film.All of which is to say that, although this is a clean and fanciful fairy tale, I don't know that it is all that appropriate for young children. The language is probably too sophisticated for most children to grasp, and the story has a more adult feel to it. The main characters seem to be somewhat warped; Peter, quite obviously, as a boy who hates adults and refuses to grow up, but Captain Hook also, as a vain pirate who is somewhat stuck in his boyhood and still under the influence of the prep school he attended. Even Wendy's role-playing as mother to the Lost Boys and Peter felt a little more strange and slightly less innocent than in the Disney adaptation (perhaps animation just automatically lends a lightness to the tale - ?). And then there is Mr. Darling who, feeling guilty over the abduction of his children, quite literally lives in a dog kennel for the entire duration of their absence in Neverland -- very strange.That being said, this is an enjoyable story with many facets -- I will no doubt listen to it again, since I think there are things I didn't catch the first time around. Jim Dale's narration is absolutely outstanding; he is a master at voices and lends color and depth to every character.A bonus is that at the end of the book there is a short biographical sketch of J.M. Barrie that gives background on his life and the writing of Peter Pan.

  •     Great book sorta had a sad ending but the rest was awesome I ok not sorta I started crying but then I didn't

  •     good book for my 5 years old grandchild

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