基本信息·出版社：Magic Carpet Books ·页码：516 页 ·出版日期：2005年05月 ·ISBN：0152052216 ·International Standard Book Number：0152052216 ...
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基本信息·出版社：Magic Carpet Books
·页码：516 页
·出版日期：2005年05月
·ISBN：0152052216
·International Standard Book Number：0152052216
·条形码：9780152052218
·EAN：9780152052218
·装帧：平装
·正文语种：英语
内容简介 Rose has always felt out of place in her family. So when an enormous white bear mysteriously shows up and asks her to come away with him, she readily agrees. The bear takes Rose to a distant castle, where each night she is confronted with a mystery. In solving that mystery, she finds love, discovers her purpose, and realizes her travels have only just begun.
As fresh and original as only the best fantasy can be,
East is a novel retelling of the classic tale "East of the Sun and West of the Moon," told in the tradition of Robin McKinley and Gail Carson Levine.
作者简介 EDITH PATTOU is the author of the two novels to date in the Songs of Eirren series:
Hero's Song and
Fire Arrow, a
Booklist Top Ten Fantasy Novel of the Year, as well as
Mrs. Spitzer's Garden, a picture book illustrated by Tricia Tusa. She lives in Columbus, Ohio.
编辑推荐 "The author of
Hero's Song and
Fire Arrow weaves the essentials of the children's fairy tale 'East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon' into a rich tapestry that will resonate with readers . . . What ensues is the stuff of epic tale telling, replete with high drama and compelling characterizations."--
Booklist (starred review)
^"A rich tapestry that will resonate with readers . . . . epic tale telling." (starred review) (
Booklist )
文摘 Once on a time there was a poor farmer
with many children.
Father
EBBA ROSE WAS THE NAME of our last-born child. Except it was a lie. Her name should have been Nyamh Rose. But everyone called her Rose rather than Ebba, so the lie didn't matter. At least, that is what I told myself.
The Rose part of her name came from the symbol that lies at the center of the wind rose-which is fitting because she was lodged at the very center of my heart.
I loved each of her seven brothers and sisters, but I will admit there was always something that set Rose apart from the others. And it wasn't just the way she looked.
She was the hardest to know of my children, and that was because she would not stay still. Every time I held her as a babe, she would look up at me, intent, smiling with her bright purple eyes. But soon, and always, those eyes would stray past my shoulder, seeking the window and what lay beyond.
Rose's first gift was a small pair of soft boots made of reindeer hide. They were brought by Torsk, a neighbor, and as he fastened them on Rose's tiny feet with his large calloused hands, I saw my wife, Eugenia, frown. She tried to hide it, turning her face away.
Torsk did not see the frown but looked up at us, beaming. He was a widower with grown sons and a gift for leatherwork. Eager to show off his handiwork and unmindful of the difficult circumstances of Eugenia's recent birthing, he had been the first to show up on our doorstep.
Most of our neighbors were well aware of how superstitious Eugenia was. They also knew that a baby's first gift was laden with meaning. But cheerful, large-handed Torsk paid no heed to this. He just gazed down at the small soft boots on Rose's feet and looked ready to burst with pride.
"The fit is good," he observed with a wide smile.
I nodded and then said, with a vague thought of warning him,"'Tis Rose's first gift."
His smile grew even wider. "Ah, thi
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