彼得·潘

2008-6  

清华大学  

詹姆斯·巴里  

170  

Peter Pan，中文译名为《彼得·潘》，也称《小飞侠》，是20世纪最伟大的童话巨著之一，它是由英国著名小说家、剧作家詹姆斯·巴里编著而成。这是一个充满魔幻、神奇的美丽故事。小飞侠彼得·潘是个永远长不大的勇敢小子，调皮且喜爱冒险，在神秘的梦幻岛上快乐地生活着，那里还住着小仙子、美人鱼、印第安人和凶恶的海盗。一天，小飞侠邀请小朋友温蒂和她的两个弟弟来到梦幻岛游玩。于是，在那里发生了一件一件令温蒂无法想象和忘却的传奇故事：落户大树底下的神奇之家；与小仙子、美人鱼一起游玩；和印第安人结盟智斗海盗，等等。 该书一经出版，很快就成为当时最受关注和最畅销的童话作品，至今被译成世界上几十种文字，曾经先后多次被改编成戏剧、电影、电视和卡通片等。书中所展现的神奇故事伴随了一代又一代人的美丽童年、少年直至成年。 无论作为语言学习的课本，还是作为通俗的文学读本，全文引进该书对当代中国的青少年都将产生积极的影响。为了使读者能够了解英文故事概况，进而提高阅读速度和阅读水平，在每章的开始部分增加了中文导读。

　　詹姆斯·巴里（1860-1937），英国著名小说家、剧作家。出生于苏格兰，1882年毕业于爱丁堡大学获学士学位。1885年迁居伦敦，从事新闻编辑工作，并开始小说创作。巴里早年爱好戏剧，1897年将自己创作的畅销作品、长篇小说《小牧师》改编成剧本上演并获成功。此后，他的大部分创作作品是戏剧。1928年他当选为英国作家协会主席，1930年受聘为爱丁堡大学名誉校长。　　他一生为青少年创作了许多童话故事和童话剧，其中影响最大、最著名的是1904年出版的《彼得·潘》（后来也称《小飞侠》）。《彼得·潘》出版后立刻引起了轰动，之后被搬上舞台戏院。1953年，迪士尼公司出品了动画版的《小飞侠》影片。1991年，好莱坞著名导演斯皮尔伯格，又根据《小飞侠》的故事拍摄了电影《虎克船长》。2003年，根据小说《彼得·潘》改编的电影《小飞侠》再次在全世界公映。《彼得·潘》之所以赢得了各国大小读者的欢心，原因在于巴里在这部充满梦幻的作品中创造了一个十分诱人的童话境界——梦幻岛。书中极力渲染梦幻岛上儿童式的欢乐，讴歌了美好纯真的童心。在梦幻岛上，有孩子们早就从童话故事中熟知的小仙女、海盗、印第安人、美人鱼等，在那个用蘑菇当烟囱的地下之家，生活快乐无忧。彼得与海盗，海盗与红人之间的“大战”，鲜明地烙着儿童打仗游戏的印证。巴里正是通过奇妙的梦幻岛和不肯长大的男孩彼得·潘这样的童话形象告诉人们：童年是人生中最美的乐章，珍惜可贵的童年时代，让孩子们尽情地享受那仅仅属于他们的欢乐。　　《彼得·潘》是世界儿童文学的瑰宝，该书出版一百多年来被译成几十种文字，受到全世界各国人民的喜爱。以小飞侠故事为内容的连环画、纪念册、版画、邮票等至今风行世界各地。

第一章 彼得·潘闯了进来\Chapter 1 Peter Breaks Through 1第二章 影子\Chapter 2 The Shadow 11第三章 走吧，走吧！\Chapter 3 Come Away, Come Away! 21第四章 飞行\Chapter 4 The Flight 37第五章 真正的岛\Chapter 5 The Island Comes True 48第六章 小屋子\Chapter 6 The Little House 59第七章 地下的家\Chapter 7 The Home under the Ground 68第八章 美人鱼的环礁湖\Chapter 8 The Mermaid's Lagoon 75第九章 梦幻鸟\Chapter 9 The Never Bird 89第十章 快乐的家庭\Chapter 10 The Happy Home 94第十一章 温蒂的故事\Chapter 11 Wendy's Story 101第十二章 孩子们被抓走了\Chapter 12 The Children Are Carried Off 111第十三章 你相信仙子吗？\Chapter 13 Do You Believe in Fairies? 118第十四章 海盗船\Chapter 14 The Pirate Ship 127第十五章 “和胡克拼个你死我活”\Chapter 15 "Hook or Me This Time" 136第十六章 回家\Chapter 16 The Return Home 148第十七章 温蒂长大了\Chapter 17 When Wendy Grew Up 159

ll children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why cant you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.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.The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door.Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs. Darlings guesses.Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed. Mr. Darling was frightfully proud of her, but he was very honourable, and he sat on the edge of Mrs. Darlings bed, holding her hand and calculating expenses, while she looked at him imploringly. She wanted to risk it, come what might, but that was not his way; his way was with a pencil and a piece of paper, and if she confused him with suggestions he had to begin at the beginning again."Now dont interrupt," he would beg of her."I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven, with five naught naught in my cheque-book makes eight nine seven—who is that moving?—eight nine seven, dot and carry seven—dont speak, my own—and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door—quiet, child—dot and carry child—there, youve done it! —did I say nine nine seven? yes, I said nine nine seven; the question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven?""Of course we can, George," she cried. But she was prejudiced in Wendys favour, and he was really the grander character of the two."Remember mumps," he warned her almost threateningly, and off he went again. "Mumps one pound, that is what I have put down, but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings—dont speak—measles one five, German measles half a guinea, makes two fifteen six—dont waggle your finger—whooping-cough, say fifteen shillings"—and so on it went, and it added up differently each time; but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.There was the same excitement over John, and Michael had even a narrower squeak; but both were kept, and soon, you might have seen the three of them going in a row to Miss Fulsoms Kindergarten school, accompanied by their nurse.Mrs. Darling loved to have everything just so, and Mr. Darling had a passion for being exactly like his neighbours; so, of course, they had a nurse. As they were poor, owing to the amount of milk the children drank, this nurse was a prim Newfoundland dog, called Nana, who had belonged to no one in particular until the Darlings engaged her. She had always thought children important, however, and the Darlings had become acquainted with her in Kensington Gardens, where she spent most of her spare time peeping into perambulators, and was much hated by careless nursemaids, whom she followed to their homes and complained of to their mistresses. She proved to be quite a treasure of a nurse. How thorough she was at bath-time, and up at any moment of the night if one of her charges made the slightest cry. Of course her kennel was in the nursery. She had a genius for knowing when a cough is a thing to have no patience with and when it needs stocking around your throat. She believed to her last day in old-fashioned remedies like rhubarb leaf, and made sounds of contempt over all this new-fangled talk about germs, and so on. It was a lesson in propriety to see her escorting the children to school, walking sedately by their side when they were well behaved, and butting them back into line if they strayed. On Johns footer (in England soccer was called football, footer for short) days she never once forgot his sweater, and she usually carried an umbrella in her mouth in case of rain. There is a room in the basement of Miss Fulsoms school where the nurses wait. They sat on forms, while Nana lay on the floor, but that was the only difference. They affected to ignore her as of an inferior social status to themselves, and she despised their light talk. She resented visits to the nursery from Mrs. Darlings friends, but if they did come she first whipped off Michaels pinafore and put him into the one with blue braiding, and smoothed out Wendy and made a dash at Johns hair.No nursery could possibly have been conducted more correctly, and Mr. Darling knew it, yet he sometimes wondered uneasily whether the neighbours talked.He had his position in the city to consider.Nana also troubled him in another way. He had sometimes a feeling that she did not admire him. "I know she admires you tremendously, George," Mrs. Darling would assure him, and then she would sign to the children to be specially nice to father. Lovely dances followed, in which the only other servant, Liza, was sometimes allowed to join. Such a midget she looked in her long skirt and maids cap, though she had sworn, when engaged, that she would never see ten again. The gaiety of those romps! And gayest of all was Mrs. Darling, who would pirouette so wildly that all you could see of her was the kiss, and then if you had dashed at her you might have got it. There never was a simpler happier family until the coming of Peter Pan.Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her childrens minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you cant) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.I dont know whether you have ever seen a map of a persons mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a childs mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island, for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on, and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. Johns, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents, but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each others nose, and so forth. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles (simple boat). We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real. That is why there are night-lights.Occasionally in her travels through her childrens minds Mrs. Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter. She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michaels minds, while Wendys began to be scrawled all over with him. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs. Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance."Yes, he is rather cocky," Wendy admitted with regret. Her mother had been questioning her."But who is he, my pet?""He is Peter Pan, you know, mother."At first Mrs. Darling did not know, but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies. There were odd stories about him, as that when children died he went part of the way with them, so that they should not be frightened. She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person."Besides," she said to Wendy, "he would be grown up by this time.""Oh no, he isnt grown up," Wendy assured her confidently, "and he is just my size." She meant that he was her size in both mind and body; she didnt know how she knew, she just knew it.Mrs. Darling consulted Mr. Darling, but he smiled pooh-pooh. "Mark my words," he said, "it is some nonsense Nana has been putting into their heads; just the sort of idea a dog would have. Leave it alone, and it will blow over."But it would not blow over and soon the troublesome boy gave Mrs. Darling quite a shock.Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him. It was in this casual way that Wendy one morning made a disquieting revelation. Some leaves of a tree had been found on the nursery floor, which certainly were not there when the children went to bed, and Mrs. Darling was puzzling over them when Wendy said with a tolerant smile:"I do believe it is that Peter again!""Whatever do you mean, Wendy?""It is so naughty of him not to wipe his feet," Wendy said, sighing. She was a tidy child.She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her. Unfortunately she never woke, so she didnt know how she knew, she just knew."What nonsense you talk, precious. No one can get into the house without knocking.""I think he comes in by the window," she said."My love, it is three floors up.""Were not the leaves at the foot of the window, mother?"It was quite true; the leaves had been found very near the window.Mrs. Darling did not know what to think, for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming."My child," the mother cried, "why did you not tell me of this before?""I forgot," said Wendy lightly. She was in a hurry to get her breakfast.Oh, surely she must have been dreaming.But, on the other hand, there were the leaves. Mrs. Darling examined them very carefully; they were skeleton leaves, but she was sure they did not come from any tree that grew in England. She crawled about the floor, peering at it with a candle for marks of a strange foot. She rattled the poker up the chimney and tapped the walls. She let down a tape from the window to the pavement, and it was a sheer drop of thirty feet, without so much as a spout to climb up by.Certainly Wendy had been dreaming.But Wendy had not been dreaming, as the very next night showed, the night on which the extraordinary adventures of these children may be said to have begun.On the night we speak of all the children were once more in bed. It happened to be Nanas evening off, and Mrs. Darling had bathed them and sung to them till one by one they had let go her hand and slid away into the land of sleep.All were looking so safe and cosy that she smiled at her fears now and sat down tranquilly by the fire to sew.It was something for Michael, who on his birthday was getting into shirts. The fire was warm, however, and the nursery dimly lit by three night-lights, and presently the sewing lay on Mrs. Darlings lap. Then her head nodded, oh, so gracefully. She was asleep. Look at the four of them, Wendy and Michael over there, John here, and Mrs. Darling by the fire. There should have been a fourth night-light.While she slept she had a dream. She dreamt that the Neverland had come too near and that a strange boy had broken through from it. He did not alarm her, for she thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children. Perhaps he is to be found in the faces of some mothers also. But in her dream he had rent the film that obscures the Neverland, and she saw Wendy and John and Michael peeping through the gap.The dream by itself would have been a trifle, but while she was dreaming the window of the nursery blew open, and a boy did drop on the floor. He was accompanied by a strange light, no bigger than your fist, which darted about the room like a living thing and I think it must have been this light that wakened Mrs. Darling.She started up with a cry, and saw the boy, and somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan. If you or I or Wendy had been there we should have seen that he was very like Mrs. Darlings kiss. He was a lovely boy, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees but the most entrancing thing about him was that he had all his first teeth. When he saw she was a grown-up, he gnashed the little pearls at her.……

　　《彼得·潘》之所以赢得了各国大小读者的欢心，原因在于巴里在这部充满梦幻的作品中创造了一个十分诱人的童话世界——梦幻岛。书中极力渲染梦幻岛上儿童式的欢乐，讴歌了美好纯真的童心。在梦幻岛上，有大家熟知的小仙女、海盗、印第安人、美人鱼等，在那个用蘑菇当烟囱的地下之家，孩子们生活快乐无忧。彼得与海盗，海盗与红人之间的“大战”，鲜明地烙着儿童打仗游戏的印证。作者正是通过奇妙的梦幻岛和不肯长大的男孩彼得·潘这样的童话形象告诉人们：童年是人生中最美的乐章，珍惜可贵的童年时代，让孩子们尽情地享受那仅仅属于他们的欢乐。　　皮得·潘是20世纪最伟大的童话巨著之一，它是由英国著名小说家、剧作家詹姆斯·巴里编著而成。这是一个充满魔幻、神奇的美丽故事。“彼得·潘”——这个不肯长大的男孩，已经成为西方世界无人不知的人物，象征着永恒的童年和永无止境的探险精神。无论作为语言学习的课本，还是作为通俗的文学读本，对当代中国的青少年都将产生积极的影响。《彼得·潘（中文导读英文版）》帮助读者快速提高英语阅读速度和阅读水平。　　此商品有两种封面，随机发货！

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以前读过中文少儿版。印象最深刻的镜头，是出走的彼得潘回到家，在铁窗外看到母亲怀抱着一个粉嫩的幼儿。彼得潘其实是一部悲伤的作品，长大的人的悲伤，和长不大的人的悲伤。为了考研，看英文版吧。

这本书真的超值，我买了《爱丽丝漫游奇境》《小王子》和《彼得潘》，非常棒！印刷清晰，字又大，每章前有小部分的中文导读，然后便是完整版的英文，适合学英语的朋友看，也适合收藏，将来给孩子看，哈哈哈~我一般不留言的，这书太惊喜了。是我在当当网上买过最好的书了。

可能是印刷给小朋友的，所以比较细心吧。

是中文导读 我还以为中英文的呢 买错了

封面纸质什么的都很满意，就是居然没看清是中文导读，也好，锻炼一下我的英文吧

很不错，导读简短，不是全文的翻译，利于培养英文阅读

有原文的导读很不错，喜欢。

喜欢小飞侠，是因为纯粹的羡慕和嫉妒吧。怎么可以有这样的小孩，可以这么毫无顾忌地生活，爱冒险，就有印第安公主来救，有坏船长来作对，有其他孩子来管理，有温柔的小女孩来做妈妈...还有小仙女，那么爱他。小飞侠，是成人的童话

这是一本经典的童话故事，希望宝宝会喜欢

很不错的书，手感非常好，经典童话来着，也很适合进行英语的学习。

一直想看的书籍。每个人心中都有个梦幻岛。也有个彼得潘梦想。保持一个童心，做勇敢的自己。

这本书的英文水平可以，适合大学生和研究生阅读。很经典的故事。

之前在外文书店买了正版的 这次在当当买了同一系列的 对比了一下 果然不错 支持 嘿嘿！

故事大家都知道，就不说啥了

又能做到阅读又能帮助孩子学习英语,很好!

排版很好，很舒服，彼得潘是一种文化一种象征，无论你是否是成人，都应该去了解他的世界

唯一不好的就是发给我的是红色，我特别喜欢绿色，所以这点还是很介意的，之前买的时候也看到有人评论时也说这个问题，但当时没注意，，唉，介意的人都看好问清楚了吧

送给弟弟可以提高他英语水平
嗯
书的质量很好

真的是很好的书，书的质量和内容都没的说，所以也对得起这个价格，但让我想不到的是里面的英文有点不容易啊，生词很多啊（对于一个初中生来说），但对于那些看得懂的人来说是很不错的啦，所以我决定过几年再看了，到时应该就会看得懂的了吧。

对于刚学习英文的朋友，或是家里有小学初中的小孩，这本书值得一看。

很喜欢里面的文章，一直在找有英文的书，书里面很详细，翻译也很准确，纸质很好。

这部书适合初中三年级或高中的学生 很好 平时读读也很很放松

没有小王子好读，有些地方有些困难

这个商品不错，是英文的，可以练习英语

是学英语的一本好书，不过有一定难度，已经买了几本了

不错的奥 还有助于学习英语呢

质量不错，纸张很漂亮，还没读，应该不错吧，字体大小合适。

这版书不错

封面和纸张都很好，字很大，看上去很舒服，内容还没看，但好像蛮好的

书很好，英汉对照，适合于我

收到的书怎么是红色封皮的？

以为是绿色封面的，没想到是红色的。。第一次买英语读物，挺喜欢的！

很好的一本书，还是小时候看过的，现在在看又有不一样的感受，可以看到狡诈的商人，还有玫瑰，责任很重要。

喜欢封面上的小人儿~

语句都是原汁原味的，非常棒哟！！！

小时候看过，待重温

留着给儿子看。

第二次买啦！这次是送给朋友的~！

帮同事女儿买的，她说还不错。

定的是绿色封面的，发来的是红色的，不知里面没的内容是不是一样的。

封面跟质量还可以

not finished yet

不错 挺好的 很薄有耐心看下去

书很好！很喜欢彼得潘！

版本算是精致的了。内容更不必说，很好看。

真的很好~~~~不后悔地说~~~超值~~~

给孩子将英文故事有中文导读对妈妈来说很有用。但是不知道是不是英文原版的内容。

英文，中文导读~不是绿色封面，是橙色的~

中文只是一点，导读作用。看英文的童鞋，可以买

前面有中文导读，后面是英文，很简单的。

这本书好大啊，虽然是中文导读，不过还挺有意思的。就是查单词有点麻烦

不知道为什么此书无外包装……不过这种双语导读的形式比较不错，正在尝试阅读，以我的阅读水平，进行得很缓慢，但是感觉很好。

永远的小飞侠彼得潘。
书中所展现的神奇故事伴随了一代又一代人的美丽童年、少年直至成年。
唯一遗憾的就是收到书觉得有点旧旧的
而且里面有个角还裂了

喜欢封面，喜欢这样的设计，更喜欢这个经典的故事

因为喜欢这个故事 所以自然觉得满意 但是这个版本的似乎没有什么特色

书收到的速度挺快,而且书本身的质量也很不错.封面效果及内部印刷都不错~!

不错~~比我想象中的质量好~~

收到后是红色封面，并不像网页上显示的是绿色。但是这本书的内容不错。字体大小合适，包装也精美。

书还不错，而且送到的算快，质量还不错。

看起来挺好的，不错，挺干净。只是好像网上的书面是绿色的，但送货是橙色的，有点奇怪。

适合中级阅读者。

整体来说纸质什么的都很好
就是颜色不是绿的，是橙色的。

字体印刷都还不错，双语很方便

有意思的生日礼物。

还不错，我的学生挺喜欢的

果真是中文导读的，就一点中文，剩下全英文，买叉了，翻译也不是很好

书的排版，封面，纸质都不错
就是里面的内容稍微有点不切实际
内容是一个中文的故事情节后面再配上一个英文的故事情节
这样排版不是不好
但是在你看完中文之后去看英文就会发现
中文往往是一面就讲完而英文则是好几页
然后再仔细对照了下中英文的内容
发觉中文的翻译是在是太过于简洁
往往只是写了个情节的大概
要不是我早买了一本完整的中文翻译我就会以为【小飞侠】就那么点
英文那块不错
相对偏僻的词都有加粗
但是后面没有解释哦

没看明白是导读版，有些失望，不过对学英语挺好的

果然没点英语水平读不了！只是一开始有中文引入，后面都是英文！！！

他说全是英文也么有英汉对照他看不懂，虽然也有中文但是只是梗概。

书封面有明显折痕 自己看没什么问题只是不美观 还好不是用来送人

好像和书店看到的书不一样，书店的封皮是绿色的，而收到的是橘色的，有点奇怪。

为什么我收到的书封面是红色的啊？？？

第二章有印刷错误

我要的是中文导读英文版，到手发现是中英文对照版的！有点差劲。。。。。