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The Neverending Story 7 csillagozás
Unicorns, dragons, sprites, will-o'-the-wisps: the inhabitants of an enchanted world. And into this world – through the pages of an old book – ventures Bastian, a lonely boy of ten or twelve. But Fantastica is slowly decaying, its Childlike Empress dying. Only a real human being can set things right by giving the Empress a new name. Bastian takes up the challenge, and finds himself crossing the Swamps of Sadness and the Silver Mountains, meeting sorcerers and giants, bats and night-hobs, gnomes and racing snails, as he journeys bravely toward the Ivory Tower. Bastian's quest is filled with all the wonders of myth and fairy tale. It is a fantasy adventure that will capture your heart – and recapture the magical dreams of childhood.
Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1979
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Enciklopédia 1
Szereplők népszerűség szerint
Kedvencelte 4
Várólistára tette 9
Kívánságlistára tette 5
Kiemelt értékelések
Számomra ez a könyv eszembe juttatta Aliz a Csodaországban mesét, méghozzá azért, mert ott is a szereplő teljesen váratlanul egy végtelen fantázia világban találja magát, ahol minden nagyon furcsa és sok mindenre rá kell jönnie, közben maga is változik és okosabb lesz.
Mind a 2 mesét lehet gyerek változatban olvasni vagy nézni, ugyanakkor felnőttkorban olvasva új dimenziók nyílnak meg számunkra és olyan dolgokra derül fény melyeket gyermekként nem láthattunk, hiszen ahhoz élettapasztalat kell.
S éppen ezért, hogy gyerekeknek és felnőtteknek is érdekes lehet, előfordul esetenként, hogy a párbeszéd gyerek számára nem mindig érthető vagy a gyerek nem is beszél így. Mindez nem vesz el a mese varázsából, hisz amit a gyerek nem ért, azt kiegészíti a saját fantáziájával.
Népszerű idézetek
The clock in the belfry struck twelve. Soon Bastian's classmates would be going down to the gym for their last class. Today they'd probably be playing with the big, heavy medicine ball which Bastian handled so awkwardly that neither of the two teams ever wanted him. And sometimes they played with a small hard-rubber ball that hurt terribly when it hit you. Bastian was an easy mark and was always getting hit full force. Or perhaps they'd be climbing rope – an exercise that Bastian especially detested. Most of the others would be all the way to the top while he, with his face as red as a beet, would be dangling like a sack of flour at the very bottom of the rope, unable to climb as much as a foot. They'd all be laughing their heads off. And Mr Menge, the gym teacher, had a special stock of gibes just for Bastian.
Bastian would have given good deal to be like Atreyu. He'd have shown them.
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He didn't like books in which dull, cranky writers describe humdrum events in the very humdrum lives of humdrum people. Reality gave him enough of that kind of thing, why should he read about it? Besides, he couldn't stand it when a writer tried to convince him of something. And these humdrum books, it seemed to him, were always trying to do just that.
Bastian liked books that were exciting or funny, or that made him dream. Books where made-up characters had marvelous adventures, books that made him imagine all sorts of things.
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“And who are you?” he asked.
Atreyu thought a while before answering.
“I’m Nobody.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that I once had a name. It can’t be named anymore. That makes me Nobody.”
The werewolf bared his hideous fangs for a moment in what was no doubt intended as a smile. He was familiar with mental anguish of every kind and sensed a certain kinship in the boy.
“If that’s the case,” he said, “then Nobody has heard me and Nobody has come to me, and Nobody is speaking to me in my last hour.”
Atreyu nodded again. Then he asked: “Can Nobody free you from your chain?”
The greenish light in the werewolf’s eyes flickered. He began to growl and to lick his chops.
“You’d really do that?” he blurted out. “You’d really set a hungry werewolf free? Do you know what that means? Nobody would be safe from me.”
“I know,” said Atreyu. “But I’m Nobody. Why should I be afraid of you?”
Human passions have mysterious ways, in children as well as grownups. Those affected by them can't explain them, and those who haven't known them have no understanding of them at all. Some people risk their lives to conquer a mountain peak. No one, not even they themselves can really explain why. Others ruin themselves trying to win the heart of a certain person who wants nothing to do with them. Still others are destroyed by their devotion to the pleasures of the table. Some are so bent on winning a game of chance that they lose everything they own, and some sacrifice everything for a dream that can never come true. Some think their only hope of happiness lies in being somewhere else, and spend their whole lives traveling from place to place. And some find no rest until they have become powerful. In short, there are as many different passions as there are people.
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