Beautiful new illustrations throughout and clear text in this Ladybird ebook bring the magic of this classic story to a new generation of children.
He is a fantastical figure who visits the bedroom of the Darling children - Wendy, John and Michael - and takes them away to Neverland.
There, the children meet Peter’s loyal troupe of lost boys, and have adventures and battles with the nefarious Captain Hook.
Over the years and since its creation, the character of Peter Pan has been written in several versions.
The present book, of the series ‘Young Reader Classic’, tells the story of Peter Pan in an interesting way. The lively illustrations make the story even more interesting.
‘Second to the right ... and then straight on till morning!’
Desperate to hear bedtime stories, Peter Pan waits outside the nursery window of Wendy, John and Michael Darling. When Peter asks Wendy to fly with him to Neverland, the Darling children are whisked away to a world of adventure – of daring fairies, wondrous mermaids and The Lost Boys.But there is danger in Neverland too: the villainous Captain Hook is out for revenge and will stop at nothing to take it.
Poignant and unforgettable, J. M. Barrie’s classic tale is one of the greatest works of children’s literature of the last century. Its imaginative scope, tender humour and vivid characters will enchant adults and children alike.
Published in association with Great Ormond Street Hospital Children’s Charity.
The room is so obscure as to be invisible, but at
the back of the obscurity are French windows, through which is seen
Lob's garden bathed in moon-shine. The Darkness and Light, which this
room and garden represent, are very still, but we should feel that it is
only the pause in which old enemies regard each other before they come
to the grip. The moonshine stealing about among the flowers, to give
them their last instructions, has left a smile upon them, but it is a
smile with a menace in it for the dwellers in darkness. What we expect
to see next is the moonshine slowly pushing the windows open, so that it
may whisper to a confederate in the house, whose name is Lob. But
though we may be sure that this was about to happen it does not happen; a
stir among the dwellers in darkness prevents it.
It is of another minister I am to tell, but only to those who know that light when they see it. I am not bidding good-bye to many readers, for though it is true that some men, of whom Lord Rintoul was one, live to an old age without knowing love, few of us can have met them, and of women so incomplete I never heard.
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 right-hand corner.
"Come this time, father," he urged lately, "for it is her birthday, and she is twenty-six," which is so great an age to David, that I think he fears she cannot last much longer.
"Twenty-six, is she, David?" I replied. "Tell her I said she looks more."
I had my delicious dream that night. I dreamt that I too was twenty-six, which was a long time ago, and that I took train to a place called my home, whose whereabouts I see not in my waking hours, and when I alighted at the station a dear lost love was waiting for me, and we went away together. She met me in no ecstasy of emotion, nor was I surprised to find her there; it was as if we had been married for years and parted for a day. I like to think that I gave her some of the things to carry.
Were I to tell my delightful dream to David's mother, to whom I have never in my life addressed one word, she would droop her head and raise it bravely, to imply that I make her very sad but very proud, and she would be wishful to lend me her absurd little pocket handkerchief. And then, had I the heart, I might make a disclosure that would startle her, for it is not the face of David's mother that I see in my dreams.
Of course they lived at 14 [their house number on their street], 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 right-hand corner.