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Lord of the Flies

Afterword by Lois Lowry

William Golding

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Beschreibung

Golding's iconic 1954 novel, now with a new foreword by Lois Lowry, remains one of the greatest books ever written for young adults and an unforgettable classic for readers of any age.

This edition includes a new Suggestions for Further Reading by Jennifer Buehler.

At the dawn of the next world war, a plane crashes on an uncharted island, stranding a group of schoolboys. At first, with no adult supervision, their freedom is something to celebrate. This far from civilization they can do anything they want. Anything. But as order collapses, as strange howls echo in the night, as terror begins its reign, the hope of adventure seems as far removed from reality as the hope of being rescued.

"Lord of the Flies is one of my favorite books. I still read it every couple of years."
-Suzanne Collins, author of The Hunger Games trilogy

"I finished the last half of Lord of the Flies in a single afternoon, my eyes wide, my heart pounding, not thinking, just inhaling....My rule of thumb as a writer and reader-largely formed by Lord of the Flies-is feel it first, think about it later."
-Stephen King

"This brilliant work is a frightening parody on man's return [in a few weeks] to that state of darkness from which it took him thousands of years to emerge. Fully to succeed, a fantasy must approach very close to reality. Lord of the Flies does. It must also be superbly written. It is."
-The New York Times Book Review

William Golding was born in Cornwall, England, in 1911 and educated at Oxford University. His first book, Poems, was published in 1935. Following a stint in the Royal Navy during World War II, Golding wrote Lord of the Flies while teaching school. It was the first of several works, including the novels Pincher Martin, Free Fall, and The Inheritors and a play, The Brass Butterfly, which led to his being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1983.

Lois Lowry is the two-time Newbery Award-winning author of Number the Stars,The Giver Quartet, and numerous other books for young adults.

Jennifer Buehler is an associate professor of educational studies at Saint Louis University and President of The Assembly on Literature for Adolescents of the National Council of Teachers of English.

Produktdetails

Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 224
Erscheinungsdatum 01.11.1999
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-399-50148-7
Verlag Penguin LCC US
Maße (L/B/H) 19/10.8/2 cm
Gewicht 129 g
Verkaufsrang 1333

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Reckon the very very best book I have ever read.

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leider etwas langwierig
von einer Kundin/einem Kunden aus Luftenberg an der Donau am 21.09.2020
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INHALT: At the age of eight, Scout Finch is an entrenched free-thinker. She can accept her father's warning that it is a sin to kill a mockingbird, because mockingbirds harm no one and give great pleasure. But Scouts world isn‘t as happy as it seems. REZENSION: Ich bin relativ schwer in das Buch hineingekommen. Das könnte ab... INHALT: At the age of eight, Scout Finch is an entrenched free-thinker. She can accept her father's warning that it is a sin to kill a mockingbird, because mockingbirds harm no one and give great pleasure. But Scouts world isn‘t as happy as it seems. REZENSION: Ich bin relativ schwer in das Buch hineingekommen. Das könnte aber an der englischen Version liegen. Die Geschichte wird aus der kindlichen Sicht von Scout geschrieben, was also auch etwas anders ist. Leider war für mich einfach nicht wirklich viel los. Erst am Seite 200/310 ging es mal. Da wurde auch endlich das Hauptthema aufgegriffen. Davor habe ich auch schon des öfteren überlegt das Buch abzubrechen. Möglicherweise wäre es einfacher gewesen es auf deutsch zu lesen.

A must read for everyone!
von theLittleBookReview aus Bonn am 22.01.2017
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Absolutely loved reading this book. The characters depicted in TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD are amazing and of course the story itself is remarkable. A very inspiring read!

toll!
von Ramona Wüthrich am 02.10.2012
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"to kill a mocking bird" gehört zu meinen Lieblingsbücher! Es ist sehr gut geschrieben, und erzählt eine spannende Geschichte. Mir gefallen besonders die Themen des Buches, wie Rassismus und die Oberflächlichkeit wie man Dinge und Menschen ansieht.

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  • THE SOUND OF
    THE SHELL

    THE BOY WITH FAIR HAIR LOWERED HIMSELF down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witchlike cry; and this cry was echoed by another.

    "Hi!" it said. "Wait a minute!"

    The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.

    "Wait a minute," the voice said. "I got caught up."

    The fair boy stopped and jerked his stockings with an automatic gesture that made the jungle seem for a moment like the Home Counties.

    The voice spoke again.

    "I can't hardly move with all these creeper things."

    The owner of the voice came backing out of the undergrowth so that twigs scratched on a greasy wind-breaker. The naked crooks of his knees were plump, caught and scratched by thorns. He bent down, removed the thorns carefully, and turned around. He was shorter than the fair boy and very fat. He came forward, searching out safe lodgments for his feet, and then looked up through thick spectacles.

    "Where's the man with the megaphone?"

    The fair boy shook his head.

    "This is an island. At least I think it's an island. That's a reef out in the sea. Perhaps there aren't any grownups anywhere."

    The fat boy looked startled.

    "There was that pilot. But he wasn't in the passenger cabin, he was up in front."

    The fair boy was peering at the reef through screwed-up eyes.

    "All them other kids," the fat boy went on. "Some of them must have got out. They must have, mustn't they?"

    The fair boy began to pick his way as casually as possible toward the water. He tried to be offhand and not too obviously uninterested, but the fat boy hurried after him.

    "Aren't there any grownups at all?"

    "I don't think so."

    The fair boy said this solemnly; but then the delight of a realized ambition overcame him. In the middle of the scar he stood on his head and grinned at the reversed fat boy.

    "No grownups!"

    The fat boy thought for a moment.

    "That pilot."

    The fair boy allowed his feet to come down and sat on the steamy earth.

    "He must have flown off after he dropped us. He couldn't land here. Not in a place with wheels."

    "We was attacked!"

    "He'll be back all right."

    The fat boy shook his head.

    "When we was coming down I looked through one of them windows. I saw the other part of the plane. There were flames coming out of it."

    He looked up and down the scar.

    "And this is what the cabin done."

    The fair boy reached out and touched the jagged end of a trunk. For a moment he looked interested.

    "What happened to it?" he asked. "Where's it got to now?"

    "That storm dragged it out to sea. It wasn't half dangerous with all them tree trunks falling. There must have been some kids still in it."

    He hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.

    "What's your name?" "Ralph."

    The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer of acquaintance was not made; the fair boy called Ralph smiled vaguely, stood up, and began to make his way once more toward the lagoon. The fat boy hung steadily at his shoulder.

    "I expect there's a lot more of us scattered about. You haven't seen any others, have you?"

    Ralph shook his head and increased his speed. Then he tripped over a branch and came down with a crash.

    The fat boy stood by him, breathing hard.

    "My auntie told me not to run," he explained, "on account of my asthma."

    "Ass-mar?"

    "That's right. Can't catch my breath. I was the only boy in our school what had asthma," said the fat boy with a touch of pride