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Mark Twain（马克·吐温） 著，Monica Kulling 编

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• Tom Sawyer
• Adventure
• Classic
• Children's Literature
• Fiction
• American Literature
• Coming-of-Age
• Mark Twain
• Youth
• Reading

出版社： Random House

ISBN：9780679880707

商品编码：19016122

包装：平装

丛书名： Stepping Stones

出版时间：1995-11-21

用纸：胶版纸

页数：112

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：13.21x1.02x18.8cm

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适读人群 ：6-9岁
　　《汤姆·索亚历险记》是最优秀的世界儿童惊险小说之一，是世界上流传最广的文学名著之一；它是马克·吐温的最重要的代表作《哈克贝利·费恩历险记》的姊妹篇，是马克·吐温最受读者欢迎和喜爱的一部小说。

内容简介

Join Tom Sawyer's wild adventures along the banks of the Mississippi River in this exciting addition to the Step into Classics line. Tom and his best friend, Huck Finn, share exciting make-believe escapades as treasure hunters, swashbuckling pirates, and soldiers in battle. They also unwittingly become real-life witnesses to a terrible crime!

作者简介

MARK TWAIN's real name was Samuel Langhorne Clemens. He was born on November 30, 1835, in Florida, Missouri. Twain worked first as a printer and then as a pilot on Mississippi steamboats. Twain later worked as a prospector, a journalist and a publisher. Twain wrote many books but his most famous works are The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Twain died in 1910.

　　马克·吐温是19世纪美国批判现实主义文学的奠基人，世界著名的短篇小说大师；他是美国文学史上第一个用纯粹的美国口语进行写作的作家，被福克纳称之为“美国文学之父”。

精彩书评

"British actor Mike McShane provides a superb portrayal of Mark Twain's classic characters, nailing the Mississippi drawl and cadence. For those who know and love the story or are following along with an unabridged edition, however, this production is marred somewhat by what the publisher has chosen to leave out. The more descriptive chapters are shortened or expurgated entirely, which is understandable in the interest of editing for time. Some of the more distasteful racial epithets are gone as well, although Injun Joe retains his moniker. Sid and Mary are also cut entirely, as well as references to smoking, slavery, most of Tom's ludicrously funny romantic notions about the violence inflicted by pirates and robbers, and even the naked figure in the schoolmaster's anatomy book. The result is a watered down Tom and, especially, Huck. The ending also lacks the satisfaction of the original version. The party scene where the fortune is revealed has been cut as has Twain's concluding paragraphs which "endeth this chronicle." It lacks even the closure of the customary, "You have been listening to-." The sturdy plastic case will survive many circulations. If your facility serves an elementary-age population for which the language of the original would not be appropriate, or there is a teacher looking for a sanitized version, McShane's excellent performance makes this edition worth recommending."
--Diana Dickerson, White Pigeon Community Schools, MI

"Huckleberry Finn may be the greater book, but Tom Sawyer has always been more widely read. Moreover, it is a book that can be enjoyed equally by both children and adults. Twain, who called it a "hymn" to boyhood, would be thrilled that in narrator Patrick Fraley his hymn has found its most passionate voice. Many good unabridged readings of Tom Sawyer have already been recorded, but most are simply that: readings. Fraley's performance is something more; in attempting to bring each character to life, his enthusiasm for the material is so palpable that the mere sound of his voice commands attention. A can't-miss addition to all libraries, including those that have other Tom Sawyer programs."
--Kent Rasmussen, Thousand Oaks, CA

精彩书摘

Chapter 1

"Tom!"

No answer.

"Tom!"

No answer.

"What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!"

No answer.

The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them, about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service;-she could have seen through a pair of stove lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear:

"Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll-"

She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom-and so she needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat.

"I never did see the beat of that boy!"

She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice, at an angle calculated for distance, and shouted:

"Y-o-u-u Tom!"

There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight.

"There! I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in there?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What is that truck?"

"I don't know, aunt."

"Well I know. It's jam-that's what it is. Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch."

The switch hovered in the air-the peril was desperate-

"My! Look behind you, aunt!"

The old lady whirled around, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The lad fled, on the instant, scrambled up the high board fence, and disappeared over it.

His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh.

"Hang the boy, can't I never learn anything? Ain't he played me tricks enough like that for me to be looking out for him

by this time? But old fools is

the biggest fools there is. Can't learn an old dog new tricks, as the saying is. But my goodness, he never plays them alike, two days, and how is a body to know what's coming? He 'pears to know just how long he can torment me before I get my dander up, and he knows if he can make out to put me off for a minute or make me laugh, it's all down again and I can't hit him a lick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy, and that's the Lord's truth, goodness knows. Spare the rod and spile the child, as the Good Book says. I'm a-laying up sin and suffering for us both, I know. He's full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he's my own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I ain't got the heart to lash him, somehow. Every time I let him off my conscience does hurt me so, and every time I hit him my old heart most breaks. Well-a-well, man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble, as the Scripture says, and I reckon it's so. He'll play hookey this evening,* and I'll just be obleeged to make him work, to-morrow, to punish him. It's mighty hard to make him work Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday, but he hates work more than he hates anything else, and I've got to do some of my duty by him, or I'll be the ruination of the child."

Tom did play hookey, and he had a very good time. He got back home barely in season to help Jim, the small colored boy, saw next day's wood and split the kindlings, before supper-at least he was there in time to tell his adventures to Jim while Jim did three-fourths of the work. Tom's younger brother, (or rather, half-brother) Sid, was already through with his part of the work (picking up chips,) for he was a quiet boy and had no adventurous, troublesome ways.

While Tom was eating his supper, and stealing sugar as opportunity offered, aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and very deep-for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments. Like many other simple-hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy and she loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning. Said she:

"Tom, it was middling warm in school, warn't it?"

"Yes'm."

"Powerful warm, warn't it?"

"Yes'm."

"Didn't you want to go in a-swimming, Tom?"

A bit of a scare shot through Tom-a touch of uncomfortable suspicion. He searched aunt Polly's face, but it told him nothing. So he said:

"No'm-well, not very much."

The old lady reached out her hand and felt Tom's shirt, and said:

"But you ain't too warm now, though." And it flattered her to reflect that she had discovered that the shirt was dry without anybody knowing that that was what she had in her mind. But in spite of her, Tom knew where the wind lay, now. So he forestalled what might be the next move:

"Some of us pumped on our heads-mine's damp yet. See?"

Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit of circumstantial evidence, and missed a trick. Then she had a new inspiration:

"Tom, you didn't have to undo your shirt collar where I sewed it to pump on your head, did you? Unbutton your jacket!"

The trouble vanished out of Tom's face. He opened his jacket. His shirt collar was securely sewed.

"Bother! Well, go 'long with you. I'd made sure you'd played hookey and been a-swimming. But I forgive ye, Tom. I reckon you're a kind of a singed cat, as the saying is-better'n you look. This time."

She was half sorry her sagacity had miscarried, and half glad that Tom had stumbled into obedient conduct for once.

But Sidney said:

"Well, now, if I didn't think you sewed his collar with white thread, but it's black."

"Why, I did sew it with white! Tom!"

But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he went out at the door he said:

"Siddy, I'll lick you for that."

In a safe place Tom examined two large needles which were thrust into the lappels of his jacket, and had thread bound about them-one needle carried white thread and the other black. He said:

"She'd never noticed, if it hadn't been for Sid. Consound it! sometimes she sews it with white and sometimes she sews it with black. I wish to geeminy she'd stick to one or t'other-I can't keep the run of 'em. But I bet you I'll lam Sid for that. I'll learn him!"

He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very well though-and loathed him.

Within two minutes, or even less, he had forgotten all his troubles. Not because his troubles were one whit less heavy and bitter to him than a man's are to a man, but because a new and powerful interest bore them down and drove them out of his mind for the time-just as men's misfortunes are forgotten in the excitement of new enterprises. This new interest was a valued novelty in whistling, which he had just acquired from a negro, and he was suffering to practice it undisturbed. It consisted in a peculiar bird-like turn, a sort of liquid warble, produced by touching the tongue to the roof of the mouth at short intervals in the midst of the music-the reader probably remembers how to do it if he has ever been a boy. Diligence and attention soon gave him the knack of it, and he strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet. No doubt, as far as strong, deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with the boy, not the astronomer.

The summer evenings were long. It was not dark, yet. Presently Tom checked his whistle. A stranger was before him-a boy a shade larger than himself. A new-comer of any age or either sex was an impressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg. This boy was well dressed, too-well dressed on a week-day. This was simply astounding. His cap was a dainty thing, his close-buttoned blue cloth roundabout was new and natty, and so were his pantaloons. He had shoes on-and yet it was only Friday. He even wore a necktie, a bright bit of ribbon. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom's vitals. The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his finery and the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed to him to grow. Neither boy spoke. If one moved, the other moved-but only sidewise, in a circle; they kept face to face and eye to eye all the time. Finally Tom said:

"I can lick you!"

"I'd like to see you try it."

"Well, I can do it."

"No you can't, either."

"Yes I can."

"No you can't."

"I can."

"You can't."

"Can!"

"Can't!"

An uncomfortable pause. Then Tom said:

"What's your name?"

"Tisn't any of your business, maybe."

"Well I 'low I'll make it my business."

"Well why don't you?"

"If you say much I will."

"Much-much-much! There now."

"Oh, you think you're mighty smart, don't you? I could lick you with one hand tied behind me, if I wanted to."

"Well why don't you do it? You say you can do it."

"Well I will, if you fool with me."

"Oh yes-I've seen whole families in the same fix."

"Smarty! You think you're some, now, don't you? Oh what a hat!"

"You can lump that hat if you don't like it. I dare you to knock it off-and anybody that'll take a dare will suck eggs."

"You're a liar!"

"You're another."

"You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up."

"Aw-take a walk!"

"Say-if you gimme much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a rock off'n your head."

"Oh, of course you will."

"Well I will."

"Well why don't you do it then? What do you keep saying you will, for? Why don't you do it? It's because you're afraid."

"I ain't afraid."

"You are."

"I ain't."

"You are."

Another pause, and more eyeing and sidling around each other. Presently they were shoulder to shoulder. Tom said:

"Get away from here!"

"Get away yourself!"

"I won't."

"I won't either."

So they stood, each with a foot placed at an angle as a brace, and both shoving with might and main, and glowering at each other with hate. But neither could get an advantage. After struggling till both were hot and flushed, each relaxed his strain with watchful caution, and Tom said:

"You're a coward and a pup. I'll tell my big brother on you, and he can thrash you with his little finger, and I'll make him do it, too."

"What do I care for your big brother? I've got a brother that's bigger than he is-and what's more, he can throw him over that fence, too." [Both brothers were imaginary.]

"That's a lie."

"Your saying so don't make it so."

Tom drew a line in the dust with his big toe, and said:

"I dare you to step over that, and I'll lick you till you can't stand up. Anybody that'll take a dare will steal a sheep."

The new boy stepped over promptly, and said:

"Now you said you'd do it, now let's see you do it."

"Don't you crowd me, now; you better look out."

"Well you said you'd do it-why don't you do it?"

"By jingo! for two cents I will do it."

The new boy took two broad coppers out of his pocket and held them out with derision. Tom struck them to the ground. In an instant both boys were rolling and tumbling in the dirt, gripped together like cats; and for the space of a minute they tugged and tore at each other's hair and clothes, punched and scratched each other's noses, and covered themselves with dust and glory. Presently the confusion took form, and through the fog of battle Tom appeared, seated astride the new boy and pounding him with his fists.

"Holler 'nuff!" said he.

The boy only struggled to free himself. He was crying,-mainly from rage.

"Holler 'nuff!"-and the pounding went on.

At last the stranger got out a smothered "'Nuff!" and Tom let him up and said:

"Now that'll learn you. Better look out who you're fooling with, next time."

The new boy went off brushing the dust from his clothes, sobbing, snuffling, and occasionally looking back and shaking his head and threatening what he would do to Tom the "next time he caught him out." To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather; and as soon as his back was turned the new boy snatched up a stone, threw it and hit him between the shoulders and then turned tail and ran like an antelope. Tom chased the traitor home, and thus found out where he lived. He then held a position at the gate for some time, daring the enemy to come outside, but the enemy only made faces at him through the window and declined. At last the enemy's mother

appeared, and called Tom a bad, vicious, vulgar child, and ordered him away. So he went away; but he said he "lowed" to "lay" for that boy.

He got home pretty late, that night, and when he climbed cautiously in at the window, he uncovered an ambuscade, in the person of his aunt; and when she saw the state his clothes were in her resolution to turn his Saturday holiday into captivity at hard labor became adamantine in its firmness.

《彼得·潘：永不长大的男孩》 作者：詹姆斯·马修·巴里 (J.M. Barrie) 译者：[此处可根据实际版本填写] 装帧：精装/平装 [根据实际情况填写] 适合年龄：[请根据实际目标读者群体调整，例如：8-12岁，或 适合所有年龄的奇幻文学爱好者] --- 简介：飞越梦幻岛的奇妙旅程 在伦敦一个宁静的夜晚，一个充满魔力的夜晚，一个关于永恒童年、友谊与冒险的传奇悄然拉开序幕。这不是一个关于普通男孩的寻常故事，这是一段关于彼得·潘——那个拒绝长大、永远活在“永无岛”（Neverland）的孩子——的史诗。 故事围绕着平凡的达林顿家（Darling family）展开。父亲乔治、母亲玛丽，以及他们三个充满好奇心的孩子：爱幻想的大姐温蒂（Wendy）、聪明伶俐的次弟约翰（John），以及最小的迈克尔（Michael）。他们的生活平静而规律，直到一个晚上，一个带着欢笑声和一小撮仙尘的神秘身影闯入了他们的卧室。 他就是彼得·潘。 彼得·潘，这个名字本身就蕴含着无尽的自由与反叛。他住在遥远的永无岛，那里是所有被遗忘的、渴望逃离成人世界的孩子们的最终归宿。他不会变老，他的童年是无限循环的。他带着一群“失踪男孩”（Lost Boys）在岛上过着无忧无虑的生活，他们一起与海盗搏斗，探索神秘的洞穴，享受永不落幕的冒险。 当彼得找到温蒂时，他邀请她和她的弟弟们一同前往永无岛。温蒂，一个内心深处渴望冒险和扮演“母亲”角色的女孩，立刻被这个充满诱惑的提议吸引。在彼得的指引下，借助仙女叮当（Tinker Bell）的魔法和对飞翔的坚定信念，温蒂、约翰和迈克尔离开了他们温暖的卧室，在月光下穿越了伦敦的天际线，向着那片充满奇迹与危险的土地飞去。 永无岛的七重诱惑： 永无岛并非一个单纯的游乐场，它是一个由想象力构建的世界，充满了真实的危险与诱人的自由。一旦踏上这片土地，达林顿家的孩子们必须迅速适应彼得制定的生存法则： 1. 追逐与幻想： 在岛上，想象力就是力量。孩子们需要学习如何与彼得一起作战，如何应对“虎莲娜公主”和“食人族”，以及如何融入失踪男孩们无拘无束的生活。 2. 敌对与对决： 故事的核心冲突围绕着彼得·潘与他的宿敌——冷酷无情的詹姆斯·胡克船长（Captain James Hook）之间的较量展开。胡克船长是彼得昔日仇敌的残骸，他唯一的念想就是向彼得复仇。他那被鳄鱼吞噬并留下永久阴影（以及一个不断发条声响的定时炸弹）的左手，象征着成人世界的冷酷与时间流逝的恐惧。每一次海战，每一次登船，都是对童真与邪恶的一次尖锐碰撞。 3. 仙女的魔力与嫉妒： 叮当仙女，一个美丽却脾气暴躁的小家伙，是彼得最亲密的伙伴，但她对温蒂的到来充满了强烈的嫉妒。她的仙尘是飞行的关键，但她的情绪波动也常常将冒险引向意想不到的方向。她代表了童年友谊中复杂而尖锐的情感。 4. 母亲的渴望与责任： 温蒂虽然享受了作为失踪男孩们的“临时母亲”的角色，照顾他们、为他们缝补伤口、讲述睡前故事，但她内心深处仍然依恋着真正的家。她的成长，在于她如何在自由与责任之间找到平衡。 5. 狮子、美人鱼与野兽： 永无岛充满了各种奇特的生物。从在珊瑚礁中歌唱的美人鱼（她们对人类充满了危险的诱惑），到居住在隐秘洞穴中的巨人、野兽，再到忠诚的印第安人部落，每一个角落都隐藏着新的挑战和学习的机会。 成长的悖论与永恒的呼唤： 《彼得·潘》的深刻之处在于它探讨了一个永恒的哲学命题：长大，究竟是必然的宿命，还是一种可选择的放弃？ 当温蒂最终意识到，即使在永无岛上，她也无法真正摆脱对家庭的思念时，她做出了艰难的决定——返回现实世界。彼得虽然不理解为什么有人会选择“长大”，但他尊重了他们的选择。 故事的结局，达林顿家的孩子们回到了他们那张依然温暖的小床上，仿佛一切只是一场奇异的梦境。但他们的内心已经被彼得·潘的冒险深深地改变了。他们带着对自由的向往和对童年奇迹的记忆，重新融入了成长的轨道。 然而，彼得·潘从未停止寻找。在许多个夜晚，他会重新飞到温蒂的窗前，邀请她和她的孩子们——现在的温蒂的女儿们——再次加入他飞翔的行列。他代表了我们心中那份永远不灭的“顽童”精神，提醒着每一个读者：即使我们必须面对世界的复杂与规则，那片可以自由飞翔、永不停止战斗的“永无岛”，永远在我们心中占有一席之地。 这本书的魅力在于： 这是一部融合了奇幻冒险、家庭温情、友谊考验和哲学思辨的经典之作。巴里爵士用优美且充满意象的文字，描绘了一个既令人向往又暗藏危险的内心世界。它不仅是献给孩子的童话，更是写给所有曾经是孩子的大人的情书——一封写给那段我们都曾渴望留住却最终必须告别的纯真年代的永恒情书。翻开此书，准备好让你的想象力挣脱地心引力的束缚，随彼得·潘一起，直冲云霄。

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这本书的出现，简直就是为我量身定制的！我一直对那些关于孩子冒险的故事情有独钟，而《汤姆·索亚历险记》这个名字听起来就充满了无限的可能性。我喜欢那些充满童真、勇气的角色，也喜欢那些能够激发想象力的情节。拿到这本书，我第一眼就被它的英文原版吸引住了，感觉阅读原版更能体会到作者最原始的表达和故事的韵味。虽然我才6岁，但我的英文水平已经不错了，我相信我能够读懂这本书，并且从中学习到更多的英文词汇和表达方式。平装的设计让它更容易携带，我可以随时随地捧着它，沉浸在汤姆的世界里。我喜欢那些可以让我暂时忘记现实，进入另一个奇妙世界的书，而这本书，我预感它一定会带我进入一个充满惊喜和欢乐的旅程。我一直在等待一个能够让我爱不释手的读物，现在，它终于来了！我非常期待这本书能带给我无穷的乐趣，让我成为一个更爱阅读的孩子。

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我是一名对阅读充满热情的五年级学生，这次收到这本《The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 汤姆·索亚历险记》让我激动不已！早就听闻这本书的赫赫大名，一直渴望能亲自翻阅一番。英文原版对我来说是一种挑战，也是一种磨练，我希望通过阅读这本书，能够进一步提升我的英语阅读能力，让我能够更自信地开口说英语。平装本的设计很贴心，大小正好，我把它放在书包里，随时都可以拿出来阅读，感觉随时随地都能走进汤姆的世界。我猜想，汤姆一定是一个非常有活力、充满想象力的男孩，他的生活一定充满了各种各样有趣的事情。我期待着书中那些惊险刺激的冒险，那些纯真美好的友谊，以及那些出人意料的转折。这本书不仅仅是给我带来快乐，更是能让我学习到很多东西，比如如何处理问题，如何与人相处。我迫不及待地想要开始我的阅读之旅，去感受汤姆·索亚带给我的无穷魅力。

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这本书我早就听说过，感觉故事会很有趣，所以就买了一本。拿到手后，我发现它是一本平装书，大小适中，很适合我这个年龄段的孩子阅读。封面设计也很吸引人，色彩鲜艳，图案生动，一下子就勾起了我对故事的好奇心。迫不及待地翻开书页，我发现字体清晰，排版也很舒服，阅读起来一点也不会感到疲惫。我尤其喜欢它选择了6-9岁这个年龄段，感觉里面的语言和情节应该是我能够理解的，不会太难，也不会太简单，正合适。我一直在期待着这本书里的故事，想象着汤姆索亚会经历怎样的冒险，会遇到什么样有趣的人物。我猜他一定是个调皮捣蛋，但又心地善良的孩子，总是能想出各种鬼点子来让生活充满乐趣。这本书的到来，对我来说就像打开了一个通往未知世界的大门，我迫不及待地想要踏进去，去探索那些充满奇幻色彩的故事。我非常期待这本书能带给我惊喜，让我在阅读中感受到快乐和启发。

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我是一位对经典文学充满好奇的家长，为我的孩子挑选了这本《The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 汤姆·索亚历险记》。之所以选择英文原版，是希望我的孩子能从小接触原汁原味的英文表达，培养对语言的语感和理解能力。平装的设计非常实用，方便孩子在家中或外出时阅读。而6-9岁的年龄定位，恰好符合我孩子的认知发展阶段，既能提供足够的挑战性，又不至于让孩子感到畏惧。我非常欣赏这本书所传递的关于冒险、友情和成长的精神。我相信，通过阅读汤姆·索亚的故事，我的孩子能够从中学习到许多宝贵的人生道理，比如勇敢面对困难，珍视友谊，以及如何在一个充满童趣和想象力的世界里成长。这本书不仅是一本读物，更是一种文化的熏陶，一种价值观的传递。我非常期待这本书能成为孩子童年时光中一段美好的回忆，为他们的人生启蒙增添一抹亮色。

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作为一名资深的儿童文学爱好者，我一直在寻找能够真正打动人心、传递积极价值观的优秀作品。这本书，《The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 汤姆·索亚历险记》，以其经典的英文原版和明确的6-9岁年龄定位，引起了我极大的关注。平装的设计，使得这本书在价格上更加亲民，也更适合作为孩子的日常读物，随时随地都可以享受阅读的乐趣。我深信，马克·吐温笔下的汤姆·索亚，不仅仅是一个虚构的人物，他身上所蕴含的童真、智慧、勇气和对自由的向往，是能够跨越时空，触动每一个孩子心灵的。我希望通过这本书，让孩子们在轻松愉快的阅读体验中，感受到冒险的刺激，体验友情的珍贵，更重要的是，能够从中学会独立思考，培养解决问题的能力。这本书的到来，为我与孩子共同的阅读时光增添了一份期待，我期待着与孩子一起，在字里行间，共同探索这个充满奇趣的世界。

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书的质量非常好，封面的图画让人对作品本身也充满好感和期待。

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非常满意的一次购物！

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书印刷不错，拿着轻巧，纸质是我喜欢的，很好，主要看了电视，更想看原版了

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非常好 下次还会买 支持京东

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字体印刷较大，方便阅读。

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英文原版的书纸质偏黄，没有白色的纸，看起来舒服。

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