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Stephen Hawking, author of the multi-million copy bestselling A Brief History of Time, and his daughter Lucy explain the universe to readers of all ages. George’s parents, who have always been wary of technology, warn him about their new neighbors: Eric is a scientist and his daughter, Annie, seems to be following in his footsteps. But when George befriends them and Cosmos, their super-computer, he finds himself on a wildly fun adventure, while learning about physics, time, and the universe. With Cosmos’s help, ...
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Overview

Stephen Hawking, author of the multi-million copy bestselling A Brief History of Time, and his daughter Lucy explain the universe to readers of all ages. George’s parents, who have always been wary of technology, warn him about their new neighbors: Eric is a scientist and his daughter, Annie, seems to be following in his footsteps. But when George befriends them and Cosmos, their super-computer, he finds himself on a wildly fun adventure, while learning about physics, time, and the universe. With Cosmos’s help, he can travel to other planets and a black hole. But what would happen if the wrong people got their hands on Cosmos? George, Annie, and Eric aren’t about to find out, and what ensues is a funny adventure that clearly explains the mysteries of science. Garry Parsons’ energetic illustrations add humor and interest, and his scientific drawings add clarity; there are also eight 4-page full-color inserts of scientific photos.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

What better way to interest young readers in science-and specifically in its relevance to the long-term survival of humankind-than for one of the world's most renowned theoretical physicists to put his subject at the center of a children's book? Stephen Hawking, his novelist daughter, and French physicist Galfard create two inquisitive, middle-school heroes, then send them on wondrous adventures through time and space. The characters round out their experiences with information regarding everything from nuclear fusion reactions to neutron stars to the origin of black holes. In this first volume of a projected trilogy, George Greenby-whose technophobic parents have done their best to shelter him from the dangers of the modern world (computers, television, grape soda, etc.)-meets his headstrong new neighbor Annie, her scientist father and his super-computer Cosmos, a machine capable of instantaneously taking the two young explorers anywhere in the universe. His decidedly naïve worldview undergoes a breathtaking transformation when he gets the opportunity to ride a comet through the solar system and witness the death of a black hole. The authors handily explore a range of themes, among them, the moral responsibilities of science, global warming and space colonization. Four insets of color photos from outer space and Parsons's cartoons enhance the broad appeal of this book, a true beginner's guide to A Brief History of Time. Ages 8-up. (Oct.)

Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
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Gr 4-7
When George's new neighbor, Eric, turns out to be a brilliant scientist with a supercomputer, the boy takes an educational journey through the solar system and discovers how interesting outer space can be. A rival scientist, who also happens to be George's teacher, steals the computer and sends Eric into a black hole, leaving George to save the day. While the boy travels in space and solves a mystery, readers learn many facts about science. Shaded boxes provide background information about topics related to George's adventures, ranging from the planets to organic compounds. There's also plenty of information within the narrative, often in the form of earnest speeches presented as dialogue. Though Eric states that "science is a wonderful and fascinating subject," these lectures bog down the narrative. The plot includes asteroid rides, school bullies, and a black-hole rescue, but never really takes off. Most of the science is described clearly, but the explanations detract from readers' involvement in the story, which also suffers from stock characters, artificial dialogue, and pedestrian plot twists. Plentiful black-and-white illustrations help, as do dozens of eye-catching photographs of outer space in full color, but they are not enough to bring the wooden characters to life. This is a well-intentioned attempt to combine the drama of fiction with the excitement of scientific inquiry, but the fiction is simply too weak to hold most readers.
—Steven EngelfriedCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews
George's key-unsurprisingly-turns out to be a knowledge of physics, as the young protagonist of this blend of science fact and fiction proclaims after various adventures in space, in school, with a gang of bullies and an evil mad scientist. Raised in a computer-less house by eco-activist parents who feed him broccoli muffins, young George is delighted to learn that his new neighbor, Eric, is a scientist with a moody super-laptop named Cosmos that can both open doors to any charted part of the universe and also control time. George learns about the stellar life cycle, rides on a comet and then, thanks to a recent notion of physicist Hawking's that black holes evaporate (over millions of years), helps to rescue Eric, who has been tricked into falling into a black hole by rival astrophysicist Graham Reeper. George finishes up with a rousing lecture to his peers; Reeper and the bullies depart in high dudgeon. Science lessons are embedded in the thin tale as well as presented in boxed asides. Considering the theme, and that two of the three writers are themselves trained scientists, it would have been nice if they'd gotten their basic facts right and not so blithely set aside the laws of physics whenever convenient to the story. Illustrated with line drawings or star photos on nearly every page and with a 100,000-copy first printing, it's likely to sell well-but like many crossovers, it doesn't show much respect for its target audience. (Fantasy. 10-12)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781410406385
  • Publisher: Gale Group
  • Publication date: 5/2/2008
  • Series: Literacy Bridge Middle Reader Series
  • Edition description: Large Print
  • Pages: 300
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen Hawking

Stephen Hawking, a Lucasian Professor of Mathematics at Cambridge, is the preeminent theoretical physicist in the world. His book A Brief History of Time was a phenomenal worldwide bestseller. He has twelve honorary degrees and was awarded the Commander of the Order of the British Empire and was made a Companion of Honour. He has three children and one grandchild. Visit him at Hawking.org.uk.

Lucy Hawking, Stephen Hawking’s daughter, is a journalist and novelist. She is the coauthor of George’s Secret Key to the Universe, George’s Cosmic Treasure Hunt, and George and the Big Bang, as well as the author of the adult novels Jaded and Run for Your Life. She lives in Cambridge with her son.

Garry Parsons is the award-winning illustrator of many books, including George’s Secret Key to the Universe, George’s Cosmic Treasure Hunt, and George and the Big Bang by Lucy and Stephen Hawking; Billy’s Bucket by Kes Gray; and What’s Cool About School by Kate Agnew. He lives in London. Visit him at GarryParsons.co.uk.

Biography

In the universe as a whole, the nature of black holes may be one of the most puzzling mysteries. No less puzzling, in the slightly smaller universe of book publishing, is the astounding popular success of Stephen Hawking's 1988 book on the matter, or anti-matter, as it were: A Brief History of Time: From the Big Bang to Black Holes.

Clocking in at just over 200 pages, it was, indeed, brief, but it was hardly the easy read its marketers promised. Nor did it stray much beyond the tone of a scholarly lecture, though at times it did take quick autobiographical peeks into Hawking's personal life. Still, it is just the author's persona that may have been the selling point prompting more than 10 million people worldwide to pick up a copy -- and to have it translated into more than 40 languages in the 10 years since its release.

For Stephen Hawking is an instantly recognizable public figure -- even for those who haven't delved into his so far unprovable theories about black holes. Stricken by amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) -- or Lou Gehrig's disease, as it is called in the States -- while he was working toward his doctorate at Cambridge University, this Englishman is known for the keen wit and intellect that reside within his severely disabled body. He uses a motorized wheelchair to get around and a voice synthesizer to communicate -- a development, he complains, that has given him an American accent. He has guest-starred, in cartoon form, on an episode of The Simpsons and has appeared in the flesh on Star Trek: The Next Generation, using the benefits of time travel to play poker with Albert Einstein and Isaac Newton. (He has said he doesn't believe in the theory himself, noting that the most powerful evidence of its impossibility is the present-day dearth of time-traveling tourists from the future.)

The son of a research biologist, Hawking resisted familial urging that he major in biology and instead studied physics and chemistry -- as a nod to his father -- when he went to Oxford University as a 17-year-old. In academic writing, Hawking had an extensive career pre-History, starting with The Large Scale Structure of Space-Time, coauthored with G.F.R. Ellis in 1973. But in the late 1980s, faced with the expenses incurred by his illness, he took up Bantam Books' offer to explain the mysteries of the universe to the lay public.

"This is one of the best books for laymen on this subject that has appeared in recent years," The Christian Science Monitor wrote in 1988. "Hawking is one of the greatest theoretical cosmologists of our time. He is greater, by consensus among his colleagues, than other expert authors who have written good popular books on the subject recently. And he is greater, by far, than the ‘experts' who have ‘explained' quantum physics and cosmology in terms that support a religious agenda." And The New York Times in April 1988 said, "Through his cerebral journeys, Mr. Hawking is bravely taking some of the first, though tentative, steps toward quantizing the early universe, and he offers us a provocative glimpse of the work in progress."

Since then, A Brief History of Time has been republished in an illustrated edition (1996) and as an updated and expanded 10th anniversary edition (1998). In Black Holes and Baby Universes and Other Essays, a collection of 13 essays and the transcript of an extended interview with the BBC, Hawking turned more autobiographical, mixing stories about his studies in college and the beginning of his awareness that he had ALS with thoughts on how black holes can spawn baby universes and on the scientific community's efforts to create a unified theory that will explain everything in the universe. And in The Universe in a Nutshell, his sequel to A Brief History of Time, Hawking takes the same approach as he did in his first bestseller, explaining to the lay reader such ideas as the superstring theory, supergravity, time travel, and quantum theory.

A common current in Hawking's writing -- aside from his grasp of the complexities of the universe -- is a sharp wit. In one of the rare personal reflections in A Brief History of Time, he said he began thinking about black holes in the early 1970s in the evenings as he was getting ready for bed: "My disability makes this rather a slow process, so I had plenty of time." In life, he has a reputation for quickly turning his wheelchair away of a conversation that displeases him, even running his wheels over the toes of the offending conversant.

Even questions about his muse are likely to draw an answer tinged with pointed humor. When Time asked Hawking why he decided to add explaining the universe to a schedule already taxed by his scholarly writing and lecture tours, he answered, "I have to pay for my nurses."

Good To Know

Hawking worked 1,000 hours in his three years at Oxford, roughly an hour a day. "I'm not proud of this lack of work," he said in Stephen Hawking's a Brief History of Time: A Reader's Companion. "I'm just describing my attitude at the time, which I shared with most of my fellow students: an attitude of complete boredom and feeling that nothing was worth making an effort for."

Despite his science degrees, Hawking has no formal training in math and has said he had to pick up what he knows as he went along.

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      Cambridge, England
    1. Date of Birth:
      January 8, 1942
    2. Place of Birth:
      Oxford, England

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George's Secret Key to the Universe


By Stephen Hawking

Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing

Copyright © 2007 Stephen Hawking
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781416954620

Chapter One

Pigs don't just vanish, thought George as he stood staring into the depths

of the very obviously empty pigsty. He tried closing his eyes and then

opening them again, to see if it was all some kind of horrible optical

illusion. But when he looked again, the pig was still gone, his vast muddy

pink bulk nowhere to be seen. In fact, when George examined the situation

for a second time, it had gotten worse, not better. The side door of the

pigsty, he noticed, was hanging open, which meant someone hadn't shut it

properly. And that someone was probably him.

"Georgie!" he heard his mother call from the kitchen. "I'm going to start

supper in a minute, so you've only got about an hour. Have you done your

homework?"

"Yes, Mom," he called back in a fake cheery voice.

"How's your pig?"

"He's fine! Fine!" said George squeakily. He threw in a few experimental

oinks, just to make it sound as though everything was business as usual,

here in the small backyard that was full of many, many vegetables and one

enormous -- but now mysteriously absent -- pig. He grunted a few more

times for effect -- it was very important his mother did not come out into

the gardenbefore George had time to think up a plan. How he was going to

find the pig, put it back in the sty, close the door, and get back in time

for supper, he had no idea. But he was working on it, and the last thing

he needed was for one of his parents to appear before he had all the

answers.

George knew the pig was not exactly popular with his parents. His mother

and father had never wanted a

pig in the backyard, and his dad in

particular tended to grind his teeth quite hard when he remembered who

lived beyond the vegetable patch. The pig had been a present: One cold

Christmas Eve a few years back, a cardboard box full of squeaks and

snuffles had been delivered to their front door. When George opened it up,

he found a very indignant pink piglet inside. George lifted him carefully

out of the

box and watched with delight as his new friend skidded around

the Christmas tree on his tiny hooflets. There had been a note taped to

the box. Dear all! it read. Merry Christmas! This little fellow

needs a home -- can you give him one? Love, Grandma xxx.

George's dad hadn't been delighted by the new addition to his family. Just

because he was a vegetarian, it didn't mean he liked animals. Actually, he

preferred plants. They were much easier to deal with: They didn't make a

mess or leave muddy hoofprints on the kitchen floor or break in and eat

all the cookies left out on the table. But George was thrilled to have his

very own pig. The presents he'd received from his mom and dad that year

were, as usual, pretty awful. The home-knitted purple-and-orange striped

sweater from his mom had sleeves that stretched right down to the floor; he

had never wanted a xylophone, and he had a hard time looking enthusiastic

when he unwrapped a build-your-own ant farm.

What George really wanted -- above all things in the Universe -- was a

computer. But he knew his parents were very unlikely to buy him one. They

didn't like modern inventions and tried to do without as many standard

household items as they could. Wanting to live a purer, simpler life, they

washed all their clothes by hand and didn't own a car and lit the house

with candles in order to avoid using any electricity.

It was all designed to give George a natural and improving upbringing,

free from toxins, additives, radiation, and other such evil phenomena. The

only problem was that in getting rid of everything that could possibly

harm George, his parents had managed to do away with lots of things that

would also be fun for him. George's parents might enjoy going on

environmental protest marches or grinding flour to make their own bread,

but George didn't. He wanted to go to a theme park and ride on the roller

coasters or play computer games or take an airplane somewhere far, far

away. Instead, for now, all he had was his pig.

And a very fine pig he was too. George named him Freddy and spent many

happy hours dangling over the edge of the pigsty his father had built in

the backyard, watching Freddy root around in the straw or snuffle in the

dirt. As the seasons changed and the years turned, George's piglet got

bigger...and bigger...and bigger...until he was so large that in dim

lighting he looked like a baby elephant. The bigger Freddy grew, the more

he seemed to feel cooped up in his pigsty. Whenever he got the chance, he

liked to escape and rampage across the vegetable patch, trampling on the

carrot tops, munching the baby cabbages, and chewing up George's mom's

flowers. Even though she often told George how important it was to love

all living creatures, George suspected that on days when Freddy wrecked

her garden, she didn't feel much love for his pig. Like George's dad,

his mom was a vegetarian, but George was sure he had heard her angrily

mutter "sausages" under her breath when she was cleaning up after one of

Freddy's more destructive outings.

On this particular day, however, it wasn't the vege-tables that Freddy had

destroyed. Instead of charging madly about, the pig had done something

much worse. In the fence that separated George's garden from the one next

door, George suddenly noticed a suspiciously pig-sized hole. Yesterday it

definitely hadn't been there, but then yesterday Freddy had been safely

shut in his sty. And now he was nowhere to be seen. It meant only one

thing -- that Freddy, in his search for adventure, had burst out of the

safety of the backyard and gone somewhere he absolutely should not have

gone.

Next Door was a mysterious place. It had been empty for as long as George

could remember. While all the other houses in the row had neatly kept

backyards, windows that twinkled with light in the evenings, and doors

that slammed as people ran in and out, this house just sat there -- sad,

quiet, and dark. No small children squeaked with joy early in the morning.

No mother called out of the back door to bring people in for supper. On

the weekends, there was no noise of hammering or smell of fresh paint

because no one ever came to fix the broken window frames or clear the

sagging gutters. Years of neglect meant the garden had rioted out of

control until it looked like the Amazon jungle had grown up on the other

side of the fence.

On George's side, the backyard was neat, orderly, and very boring. There

were rows of string beans strictly tied to stakes, lines of floppy

lettuces, frothy dark green carrot tops, and well-behaved potato plants.

George couldn't even kick a ball without it landing splat in the

middle of a carefully tended blueberry bush and squashing it.

George's parents had marked out a little area for George to grow his own

vegetables, hoping he would become interested in gardening and perhaps

grow up to be an organic farmer. But George preferred looking up at the

sky to looking down at the earth. So his little patch of the planet

stayed bare and scratchy, showing nothing but stones, scrubby weeds, and

bare ground, while he tried to count all the stars in the sky to find out

how many there were.

Next Door, however, was completely different. George often stood on top

of the pigsty roof and gazed over the fence into the glorious tangled

forest beyond. The sweeping bushes made cozy little hidey-holes, while

the trees had curved, gnarled branches, perfect for a boy to climb.

Brambles grew in great clumps, their spiky arms bending into strange,

wavy loops, crisscrossing each other like train tracks at a station. In

summer, twisty bindweed clung on to every other plant in the garden like

a green cobweb; yellow dandelions sprouted everywhere; prickly poisonous

giant hogweed loomed like a species from another planet, while little

blue forget-me-not flowers winked prettily in the crazy bright green

jumble of Next Door's backyard.

But Next Door was also forbidden territory. George's parents had very

firmly said no to the idea of George using it as an extra playground. And

it hadn't been their normal sort of no, which was a wishy-washy, kindly,

we're-asking-you-not-to-for-your-own-sake sort

of no. This had been a real

no, the kind you didn't argue with. It was the same no that George had

encountered when he tried suggesting that, as everyone else at school had

a television set -- some kids even had one in their bedroom! -- maybe his

parents could think about buying one. On the subject of television, George

had had to listen to a long explanation from his father about how watching

mindless trash would pollute his brain. But when it came to Next Door, he

didn't even get a lecture from his dad. Just a flat, conversation-ending

no.

George, however, always liked to know why. Guessing he wasn't going

to get any more answers from his dad, he asked his mother instead.

"Oh, George," she had sighed as she chopped up Brussels sprouts and turnips

and threw them into the cake mix. She tended to cook with whatever came to

hand rather than with ingredients that would actually combine to make

something tasty. "You ask too many questions."

"I just want to know why I can't go next door," George persisted.

"And if you tell me, I won't ask any more questions for the rest of the

day. I promise."

His mom wiped her hands on her flowery apron and took a sip of nettle tea.

"All right, George," she said. "I'll tell you a story if you stir the

muffins." Passing over the big brown mixing bowl and the wooden spoon, she

settled herself down as George started to beat the stiff yellow dough with

the green and white vegetable speckles together.

"When we first moved here," his mom began, "when you were very small, an

old man lived in that house. We hardly ever saw him, but I remember him

well. He had the longest beard I've ever seen -- it went right down to

his knees. No one knew how old he really was, but the neighbors said he'd

lived there forever."

"What happened to him?" asked George, who'd already forgotten that he'd

promised not to ask any more questions.

"Nobody knows," said his mom mysteriously.

"What do you mean?" asked George, who had stopped stirring.

"Just that," said his mom. "One day he was there. The next day he wasn't."

"Maybe he went on vacation," said George.

"If he did, he never came back," said his mom. "Eventually they searched

the house, but there was no sign of him. The house has been empty ever

since and no one has ever seen him again."

"Gosh," said George.

"A little while back," his mom continued, blowing on her hot tea, "we

heard noises next door -- banging sounds in the middle of the night. There

were flashing lights and voices as well. Some squatters had broken in and

were living there. The police had to throw them out. Just last week we

thought we heard the noises again. We don't know who might be in that

house. That's why your dad doesn't want you going around there, Georgie."

As George looked at the big black hole in the fence, he remembered the

conversation he'd had with his mom. The story she'd told him hadn't stopped

him from wanting to go Next Door -- it still looked mysterious and

enticing. But wanting to go Next Door when he knew he couldn't was one

thing; finding out he actually had to was quite another. Suddenly

Next Door seemed dark, spooky, and very scary.

George felt torn. Part of him just wanted to go home to the flickery

candlelight and funny familiar smells of his mother's cooking, to close

the back door and be safe and snug inside his own house once more. But

that would mean leaving Freddy alone and possibly in danger. He couldn't

ask his parents for any help in case they decided that this was the final

black mark against Freddy's name and packed him off to be made into bacon.

Taking a deep breath, George decided he had to do it. He had to go Next

Door.

Closing his eyes, he plunged through the hole in the fence.

When he came out on the other side and opened his eyes, he was right in

the middle of the jungle garden. Above his head, the tree cover was so

dense he could hardly see the sky. It was getting dark now, and the thick

forest made it even darker. George could just see where a path had been

trampled through the enormous weeds. He followed it, hoping it would

lead him to Freddy.

He waded through great banks of brambles, which grabbed at his clothes and

scratched his bare skin. They seemed to reach out in the semidarkness to

scrape their prickly spines along his arms and legs. Muddy old leaves

squished under his feet, and nettles attacked him with their sharp,

stinging fingers. All the while the wind in the trees above him made a

singing, sighing noise, as though the leaves were saying, Be careful,

Georgie...be careful, Georgie.

The trail brought George into a sort of clearing right behind the house

itself. So far he had not seen or heard any sign of his wayward pig. But

there, on the broken paving stones outside the back door, he saw only too

clearly a set of muddy hoofprints. From the marks, George could tell

exactly which way Freddy had gone. His pig had marched straight into the

abandoned house through the back door, which had been pushed open just

wide enough for a fat pig to squeeze through. Worse, from the house where

no one had lived for years and years, a beam of light shone.

Somebody was home.

Copyright © 2007 by Stephen Hawking and Lucy Hawking

Chapter Two

George looked back down the garden, at the path along which he'd come. He

knew he should go back and get his parents. Even if he had to admit to his

dad that he'd climbed through the fence into Next Door's garden, it would

still be better than standing there all alone. He would just peek through

the window to see if he could catch a glimpse of Freddy and then he would

go and get his dad.

He edged closer to the beam of bright light coming from the empty house.

It was a golden color, quite unlike the weak candlelight in his own house

or the cold blue neon strips at school. Even though he was so scared his

teeth had started to chatter, the light seemed to draw him forward until

he was standing right by the window. He peered closer. Through the narrow

space between the window frame and the blind, he could just see into the

house. He could make out a kitchen, littered with mugs and old tea bags.

A sudden movement caught his eye and he squinted down at the kitchen floor,

where he saw Freddy, his

pig! He had his snout in a bowl and was slurping

away, drinking his fill of some mysterious bright purple liquid.

George's blood ran cold -- it was a terrible trick, he just knew it.

"Yikes!" he shouted. "It's poison." He rapped sharply on the pane of glass.

"Don't drink it, Freddy!" he yelled.

But Freddy, who was a greedy pig, ignored his master's voice and happily

kept slurping up the contents of the bowl. Without stopping to think,

George flew through the door and into the kitchen, where he grabbed the

bowl from under Freddy's snout and threw its contents into the sink. As

the violet-colored liquid gurgled down the drain, he heard a voice behind

him.

"Who," it said, in distinct but childish tones, "are you?"

George whirled around. Standing behind him was a girl. She was wearing the

most extraordinary costume, made of so many different colors and layers of

flimsy fabric that it looked as though she had rolled herself in butterfly

wings.

George spluttered. She might look strange, this girl with her long tangled

blond hair and her blue-and-green feathery headdress, but she definitely

wasn't scary. "Who," he replied indignantly, "do you think you are?"

"I asked first," said the girl. "And anyway, this is my house. So I

get to know who you are, but I don't have to say anything if I don't want

to."

"I'm George." He stuck out his chin as he always did when he felt cross.

"And that" -- he pointed to Freddy -- "is my pig. And you've kidnapped

him."

"I haven't kidnapped your pig," said the girl hotly. "How stupid. What

would I want a pig for? I'm a ballerina and there aren't any pigs in the

ballet."

"Huh, ballet," muttered George darkly. His parents had made him take dance

classes when he was younger, and he'd never forgotten the horror. "Anyway,"

he retorted, "you're not old enough to be a ballerina. You're just a kid."

"Actually, I'm in the corps de ballet," said the girl snootily. "Which

shows how much you know."

"Well, if you're so grown up, why were you trying to poison my pig?"

demanded George.

"That's not poison," said the girl scornfully. "That's grape soda."

George, whose parents only ever gave him cloudy, pale, fresh-squeezed fruit

juices, suddenly felt very silly for not realizing what the purple stuff

was.

"Well, this isn't really your house, is it?" he continued, determined to

get the better of her somehow. "It belongs to an old man with a long beard

who disappeared years ago."

"This is my house," said the girl, her blue eyes flashing. "And I

live here except when I'm dancing onstage."

"Then where are your mom and dad?" demanded George.

"I don't have any parents." The girl's pink lips stuck out in a pout. "I'm

an orphan. I was found backstage wrapped up in a tutu. I've been adopted by

the ballet. That's why I'm such a talented dancer." She sniffed loudly.

"Annie!" A man's voice rang through the house. The girl stood very still.

"Annie!" They heard the voice again, coming closer. "Where are you,

Annie?"

"Who's that?" asked George suspiciously.

"That's...uh...that's..." She suddenly became very interested in her ballet

shoes.

"Annie, there you are!" A tall man with messy dark hair and thick, heavy-

framed glasses, set at a crooked angle on his nose, walked into the

kitchen. "What have you been up to?"

"Oh!" The girl flashed him a brilliant smile. "I've just been giving the

pig a drink of grape soda."

A look of annoyance crossed the man's face. "Annie," he said patiently,

"we've talked about this. There are times to make up stories. And there

are times..." He trailed off as he caught sight of George standing in the

corner and, next to him, a pig with purple stains around his snout and

mouth that made him look as though he were smiling.

"Ah, a pig...in the kitchen...I see...," he said slowly, taking in the

scene. "Sorry, Annie, I thought you were making things up again. Well,

hello." The man crossed the room to shake hands with George. Then he sort

of patted the pig rather gingerly between the ears. "Hello...hi..." He

seemed unsure what to say next.

"I'm George," said George helpfully. "And this is my pig, Freddy."

"Your pig," the man echoed. He turned back to Annie, who shrugged and gave

him an I-told-you-so look.

"I live next door," George went on by way of explanation. "But my pig

escaped through a hole in the fence, so I had to come and get him."

"Of course!" The man smiled. "I was wondering how you got into the kitchen.

My name is Eric -- I'm Annie's dad." He pointed to the blond girl.

"Annie's dad?" said George slyly, smiling at the girl. She stuck her nose

up in the air and refused to meet his eye.

"We're your new neighbors," said Eric, gesturing around the kitchen, with

its peeling wallpaper, moldy old tea bags, dripping faucets, and torn

linoleum. "It's a bit of a mess. We haven't been here long. That's why we

haven't met before." Eric ruffled his dark hair and frowned. "Would you

like something to drink? I gather Annie's already given your pig

something."

"I'd love some grape soda," said George quickly.

"None left," said Annie, shaking her head. George's face fell. It seemed

very bad luck that even Freddy the pig should get to have nice drinks when

he didn't.

Eric opened a few cupboards in the kitchen, but they were all empty. He

shrugged apologetically. "Glass of water?" he offered, pointing to the

faucet.

George nodded. He wasn't in a hurry to get home for his supper. Usually

when he went to play with other kids, he went back to his own mom and dad

feeling depressed by how peculiar they were. But this house seemed so odd

that George felt quite cheerful. Finally he had found some people who were

even odder than his own family. But just as he was thinking these happy

thoughts, Eric went and spoiled it for him.

"It's pretty dark," he said, peering out of the window. "Do your parents

know you're here, George?" He picked up a telephone handset from the

kitchen counter. "Let's give them a call so they don't worry about you."

"Um...," said George awkwardly.

"What's the number?" asked Eric, looking at him over the top of his

glasses. "Or are they easier to reach on a cell phone?"

"They, um..." George could see no way out. "They don't have any kind of

phone," he said in a rush.

"Why not?" said Annie, her blue eyes very round at the thought of not

owning even a cell phone.

George squirmed a bit; both Annie and Eric were looking at him curiously,

so he felt he had to explain. "They think technology is taking over the

world," he said very quickly. "And that we should try and live without it.

They think that people -- because of science and its discoveries -- are

polluting the planet with modern inventions."

"Really?" Eric's eyes sparkled behind his heavy glasses. "How very

interesting." At that moment the phone in his hand burst into tinkling

song.

"Can I get it, can I get it? Pleasepleaseplease?" said Annie, grabbing the

phone from him. "Mom!" And with a shriek of joy and a flounce of brightly

colored costume, she shot out of the kitchen, phone clasped to her ear.

"Guess what, Mom!" Her shrill voice rang out as she pattered along the

hall corridor. "A strange boy came over..."

George went bright red with embarrassment.

"And he has a pig!" Annie's voice carried perfectly back to the kitchen.

Eric peered at George and gently eased the kitchen door closed with his

foot.

"And he's never had grape soda!" Her fluting tones could still be heard

through the shut door.

Eric turned on the faucet to get George a glass of water.

"And his parents don't even have a phone!" Annie was fainter now, but they

could still make out each painful word.

Eric flicked on the radio and music started playing. "So, George," he said

loudly, "where were we?"

"I don't know," whispered George, who could barely be heard in the din Eric

had created in the kitchen to block out Annie's telephone conversation.

Eric threw him a sympathetic glance. "Let me show you something fun," he

shouted, producing a plastic ruler from his pocket. He brandished it in

front of George's nose. "Do you know what this is?" he asked at top

volume.

"A ruler?" said George. The answer seemed a bit too obvious.

"That's right," cried Eric, who was now rubbing the ruler against his

hair. "Watch!" He held the ruler near the thin stream of water running

from the faucet. As he did so, the stream of water bent in the air and

flowed at an angle rather than straight down. Eric took the ruler away

from the water and it ran down normally again. He gave the ruler to

George, who rubbed it in his hair and put it close to the stream of water.

The same thing happened.

"Is that magic?" yelled George with sudden excite-ment, completely

distracted from Annie's rudeness. "Are you a wizard?"

"Nope," said Eric, putting the ruler back in his pocket as the water ran

down in a long straight line once more. He turned off the faucet and

switched off the radio. It was quiet now in the kitchen, and Annie could

no longer be heard in the distance.

"That's science, George," said Eric, his whole face shining. "Science. The

ruler steals electric charges from your hair when you rub the ruler through

it. We can't see the electric charges, but the stream of water can feel

them."

"Gosh, that's amazing," breathed George.

"It is," agreed Eric. "Science is a wonderful and fascinating subject that

helps us understand the world around us and all its marvels."

"Are you a scientist?" asked George. He suddenly felt very confused.

"I am, yes," replied Eric.

"Then how can that" -- George pointed at the faucet -- "be science when

science is also killing the planet and everything on it? I don't

understand."

"Ah, clever boy," said Eric with a flourish. "You've gotten right to the

heart of the matter. I will answer your question, but to do so, first I

need to tell you a bit about science itself. Science is a big word.

It means explaining the world around us using our senses, our intelligence,

and our powers of observation."

"Are you sure?" asked George doubtfully.

"Very sure," said Eric. "There are many different types of natural science,

and they have many different uses. The one I work with is all about the

How and the Why. How did it all begin -- the Universe, the Solar System,

our planet, life on Earth? What was there before it began? Where did it

all come from? And how does it all work? And why? This is physics, George,

exciting, brilliant, and fascinating physics."

"But that's really interesting!" exclaimed George. Eric was talking about

all the questions he pestered his par-

ents with -- the ones they could

never answer. He tried asking these big questions at school, but the answer

he got

most often was that he'd find out in his classes the following

year. That wasn't really the answer he was after.

"Should I go on?" Eric asked him, his eyebrows raised.

George was just about to say "Oh, yes, please," when Freddy, who had been

quiet and docile up till then, seemed to pick up on his excitement. He

lumbered upright and, with a surprising spurt of speed, he dashed forward,

ears flattened, hooves flying, toward the door.

"No-o-o-o-o!" cried Eric, throwing himself after the pig, who had

barged through the kitchen door.

"Sto-o-o-op!" shouted George, rushing into the next room behind

them.

"Oink oink oink oink oink oink!" squealed Freddy, who was obviously

enjoying his day out enormously.

Copyright © 2007 by Stephen Hawking and Lucy Hawking



Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Eight-year old loved it.

    My eight-year old tends to stick to what he knows, and would be reading "easy" books forever. I love physics, and bought this book because of the glowing reviews. Well, it lived up to them! He's already read both books and is anxiously awaiting the promised third book.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2009

    The secret key to turn kids in science lovers!

    A great (and funny) way to teach science to kids (and adults, too).
    The illustrations are great!
    If you are not a science lover, no problem: just have fun!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2014

    Way too much

    I bought this book at my library for 2 freaking dollars!

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  • Posted August 30, 2011

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    Highly Recommended!

    This book was recommended by Lucas' 5th grade science teacher. I'm glad I read it. (I used to try to convince myself that I must read his books to be certain they contain nothing objectionable, now I just admit I love kids books) The first few chapters were very slow moving. They set up the characters of the story. George is a child of two organic loving, technology hating "save the Earth" parents. They shun technology to the point where they use candles instead of light bulbs! Eric, the scientist neighbor who loves to teach. Annie, Eric's annoying but lovable daughter. Mr. G. Reeper (known as Greeper to his students) the science teacher in George's school, Greeper is the villain of the story..OK- you knew there had to be a villain, right? And let's not forget COSMOS, the most amazing computer in the universe. COSMOS, a talking computer with an attitude, reminded me of HAL from Space Odyssey, 2001.
    The book told a story of saving the planet and/or searching for other habitable planets. Should we work together to do both? Can technology be a good thing if used correctly?
    This book is full of fun scientific information. There are footnotes about the planets, comets, asteroids, matter, black holes and many other astronomical objects. The illustrations that accompany the story are wonderful, courtesy of Garry Parsons. There are several color photos of planets, black holes, comets and other things discussed in the book. Kids learn about astronomy without realizing they are learning!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2009

    What every family should know about black holes and stuff

    Excellent family read-aloud and share book. Plenty of information for discussion.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2014

    AMAZING

    AMAZING

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2013

    HIGLY RECOMMEND

    A very entertaining book that makes you learn things without realizing that you are. Very creative and imaginative. For any age.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2012

    The main point I am trying to make is that i think this book is

    The main point I am trying to make is that i think this book is great for students who love science and learning new things. I think that a kid should be aloud to read anything they want to i just recommend this book for one of my favorites.

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  • Posted July 27, 2011

    LOVE I LOVE IT FOREVER

    I tore through it reading every chance I got. That a 5 star book.

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  • Posted January 8, 2011

    Very Pleasing

    This book is good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2009

    Our 10-year old twin grandsons loved both Lucy/Stephen Hawking books!

    Both boys loved the two books. In fact one of them now has his sights set on attending Harvard, becoming an Astrophysicist & writing children's books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2008

    amazingly entertaining

    How much it targets the audience? It can be understandable many ways. Try it just like Eric did then you will feel how complex the task is. Imagine that the black hole is here and right now with the unknown... A great book knowing the scientist author's opinion that discovery is related to the intelligence.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2007

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    This book by Stephen and Lucy Hawking is the most outstanding book I have ever read. While retrieving his lost pig Freddy he discovers that his mysterious neighbor is actually a very intellegent scientist who is looking for any signs of life on other planets using the world's most powerful computer , Cosmos. Cosmos is a computer who can unlock portals to any where in the universe that will help George's friend Eric explore the universe on his quest to find life in the universe. I recommend this book enthusiastically. So pick it up at Barnes and Noble today.

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