Pinocchio

Pinocchio

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by Carlo Collodi, Rebecca Burns
     
 

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This is the classic tale of the mischievous puppet who longs to be a flesh-and-blood little boy. The heartwarming story ranges from highest adventure to deepest despair, with many lessons to be learned in between. These are the trials Pinocchio must endure on his way to becoming a real little boy.

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This is the classic tale of the mischievous puppet who longs to be a flesh-and-blood little boy. The heartwarming story ranges from highest adventure to deepest despair, with many lessons to be learned in between. These are the trials Pinocchio must endure on his way to becoming a real little boy.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Innocenti's luminous interpretation of Collodi's tale carves the action out of 19th century Italian landscapes. Clearly shown as a mocking marionette, this Pinocchio races through cobbled city scenes and then throws himself prostrate at the personal fairy whom he has most recently wronged by his hasty, thoughtless behavior. And when he becomes a real boy, the transformation is resounding: left slumped on a chair is the body of a puppet; readers may marvel that what lies so lifeless in that scene was the source of so much trouble earlier on. Enchantment reigns in the pictures, each a perfect elaboration of the text. Innocenti and Collodi are equally at home in a place where puppets have life beyond human hands, and where souls may die and live again, resurrected by the power of love. All ages. (Oct.)
Publishers Weekly
Two illustrated volumes of Carlo Collodi's Pinocchio take the spotlight this fall. Robert Ingpen's edition starts on a note of humor, with inset illustrations showcasing his meticulous ink lines and cross-hatching. He depicts the newly emerging Marionette wearing Geppetto's wig, for instance, or a full-page image of Geppetto fitting the fellow with new feet after the puppet's burn in a fire. A wordless spread of the Assassins making off with Pinocchio, however, exudes an appropriate creepiness. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
If the only image of the wooden boy that children have is the Disney puppet with his shock of black hair lovingly crafted by the gentle old Geppetto, then perhaps it is time to introduce them to the original. Not sanitized by Disney, this Pinocchio is revealed as sometimes arrogant, often naughty, very disobedient, but with an underlying desire to do what is right. There are plenty of adventures and misadventures for the wooden puppet who longs to be a boy. It is a cautionary tale, unabashed in its messages to children, that probably works best as a read aloud. What sets this edition apart from others is the handsome design. From the rich buff pages to the exquisite paintings of 19th century Italy, this is a work of art. Here is a classic that belongs on every bookshelf. 2005, Creative Editions, Ages 5 up.
—Beverley Fahey
Children's Literature - Meredith Kiger
A veteran children's writer retells the story of Pinocchio and presents it as a thirteen scene play. He likens the metamorphosis of Pinocchio as the growth in character of all of us, and HE encourages readers to present it as a play to illustrate this fact. Pinocchio has not lost his timelessness and appeal, and this story is an opportunity for a group of children to explore his complex character in a more extended version.
Children's Literature - Elizabeth Fronk
This particular version of the classic tale remains true to Collodi's story with some editing of the both chapters' lengths and some of Pinocchio's adventures. Pinocchio comes to life from a piece of wood and tries to be a good son to Geppetto but he gets led astray by first his own selfish nature and next by a troupe of puppets. After receiving mercy from the puppet master, Pinocchio tries to return to his father only to be distracted by a blind cat and fox. This encounter proves to almost be Pinocchio's undoing. Fortunately he is saved by the blue-haired girl, a fairy. One hopes that Pinocchio is soon reunited with his father; instead the puppet goes to prison. When he is released, he attempts to travel back to Geppetto but gets caught by a farmer. He wins his freedom but learns from a pigeon that Geppetto has gone to sea searching for Pinocchio. Eventually Pinocchio reunites with his father in a shark's belly and manages to learn courage. In this version, a talking cricket does try to guide Pinocchio. One would choose this version of Pinocchio for a faithful and well-illustrated classic story, as the highlight of the book are the finely crafted drawings by Greban. The chapters are a wonderful length for reading aloud but be warned that the story does slow near the end and may confuse younger readers. Reviewer: Elizabeth Fronk
School Library Journal
K-Gr 3Although originally a full- length book, the thread of Collodi's story (via Disney) is what has become embedded in our culture, and that thread is what Metaxas chooses to retell here. He focuses on some of the best-known characters and portions of the tale, smoothly leading Pinocchio from one episode to the next. Some of the macabre moments have been altered: Pinocchio chases away the talking cricket rather than squashing it, and the Blue Fairy rescues the puppet from two assassins rather than leaving him to be hanged. Ajhar's muted watercolor illustrations support the text well, and the portrayal of Pinocchio is especially appealinghe has a pathetic and puzzled expression on his face for most of the book. While Metaxas and Ajhar have done a good job, the accompanying audiotape is the crowning touch. Danny Aiello's honey-and-gravel voice adds dimension to the text, and the merry music of Les Misrables Brass Band provides perfect punctuation for the hapless puppet.Donna L. Scanlon, Lancaster County Library, PA
Kirkus Reviews
What most readers know of Pinocchio is a wooden puppet whose nose grows from telling lies. This episode—longer than a picture book but shorter than the original tale—is one small chapter in the exploits and adventures of Pinocchio, the boy wannabe. An illustrated adaptation, it follows the original M.A. Murray translation closely, yet succeeds without the long-windedness of the 1892 classic, and with all the rich language, spirited characters, and lively escapades intact. Inspired by the commedia dell'arte, the Italian traveling street theater of Collodi's time, Young (Night Visitors, 1995, etc.) has created scenes that authentically capture the playlike quality of the story. Reminiscent of his colorful cut-paper collage in Seven Blind Mice (1993), the array of characters and images cleverly reflect a stage production, complete with double-page spreads that act as scenery backdrops. It's an energetic rendition that invites the audience to meet again the mischievous puppet with all his foibles, setting the stage for an Oz-like ending that reaffirms the power of good.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781400151080
Publisher:
Tantor Media, Inc.
Publication date:
02/01/2004
Edition description:
Unabridged
Product dimensions:
5.26(w) x 7.60(h) x 0.59(d)
Age Range:
4 - 12 Years

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The Adventures of PINOCCHIO

Story of a Puppet
By Carlo Collodi

STEERFORTH ITALIA

Copyright © 2002 Steerforth Press
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1586420526


How it happened that Master Cherry,
a carpenter, found a piece of wood
that cried and laughed like a child.

Once upon a time there was ...

"A king!" my little readers will immediately say.

No, children, you're wrong. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood.

It wasn't anything valuable, just a simple piece of wood that you might find on a wood pile, of the sort that you put in woodstoves and fireplaces in the winter to heat your rooms.

I don't know how it happened, but the fact of the matter is that one fine day this piece of wood turned up in the workshop of an old carpenter, whose name was Master Antonio, although everyone called him Master Cherry on account of the tip of his nose, which was always shiny and purplish, like a ripe cherry.

As soon as Master Cherry saw that piece of wood he grew quite cheerful, and, rubbing his hands with happiness, he mumbled under his breath:

"This wood has turned up just at the right moment; I think I'll use it to make a table leg."

No sooner said than done: he got his sharpened ax and prepared to remove the bark and whittle down the wood. But just as he was about to strike the first blow he stopped, with his arm hanging in the air, because he heard a tiny, thin little voice that saidbeseechingly:

"Don't hit me so hard!"

Imagine how surprised that fine old Master Cherry was!

His bewildered eyes roamed the room, trying to discover just where that little voice could have come from, but he saw no one! He looked under the bench: no one; he looked in a cupboard that was always kept closed: no one; he looked in the basket where he put wood shavings and sawdust: no one; he opened the door of his workshop and had a look at the street, too: no one. Well, then?

"I see," he said then, laughing and scratching his wig, "I clearly must have imagined that little voice. Let's get back to work now."

And he picked up the hatchet again and struck the piece of wood with an almighty blow.

"Ouch! You hurt me!" the same little voice yelled out in complaint.

This time Master Cherry was left speechless. His eyes bulged out of his head with fear, his mouth fell wide open, and his tongue dangled down to his chin; he looked just like a gargoyle on a fountain.

As soon as he was able to form words again, he began to speak, shaking and stuttering with fright:

"But where can that little voice that said ouch have come from? ... After all, there's not a living soul here. Could it be this piece of wood that has learned to cry and complain like a little child? I can't believe it. Let's have a look at this wood here: it's a piece of firewood, the same as any other; throw it on the fire and it'll boil a pot of beans ... Well, then? Could someone be hiding inside of it? If someone is hiding in there, so much the worse for him. I'll take care of him now!"

And as he said this he grabbed that poor piece of wood with both hands and began to slam it without mercy against the walls of the room.

Then he stopped to listen, to hear if a little voice would start complaining. He waited two minutes: nothing; five minutes: nothing; ten minutes: nothing!

"I see," he said, then, forcing himself to laugh and ruffling his wig, "I clearly must have imagined that little voice that said ouch! Let's get back to work now."

And since a great fear had come over him, he tried singing a tune under his breath to work up some courage.

In the meantime he put his hatchet to one side and took up his plane, intending to plane and polish the piece of wood, but while he was planing it up and down he heard the same little voice say to him, laughing:

"Stop! You're tickling my stomach!"

This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if he had been struck by lightning. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on the ground.

His face appeared disfigured, and even the tip of his nose, which was almost always purplish, had become blue from the great fright he had had.

Master Cherry gives the piece of wood to his
friend Geppetto, who takes it with the
intention of making a marvelous puppet
that can dance, fence, and do flips.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Come on in," said the carpenter, without having the strength to get to his feet.

And then into the workshop came a sprightly little old man whose name was Geppetto, although when the neighborhood boys wanted to drive him crazy they called him by the nickname of Polendina, because of his yellow wig, which looked very much like corn polenta.

Geppetto was quite a cantankerous fellow. God forbid you called him Polendina! He would turn right into a wild beast, and then there was no restraining him.

"Good day, Master Antonio," said Geppetto. "What are you doing on the ground there?"

"I'm teaching the ants some arithmetic."

"Much good may it do you!"

"What brought you here, Geppetto my friend?"

"My legs. You should know, Master Antonio, that I've come to ask you a favor."

"Here I am, ready to serve you," replied the carpenter, getting up on his knees.

"This morning I had a brainstorm."

"Let's hear."

"I thought I'd make myself a nice wooden puppet - a marvelous puppet, one that can dance, fence, and do flips. I intend to go all over the world with this puppet and earn my crust of bread and glass of wine by him. What do you think?"

"Bravo, Polendina!" shouted the same little voice that was coming from who knows where.

When he heard himself called Polendina, Master Geppetto got as red as a pepper with rage and, turning toward the carpenter, said to him furiously:

"Why are you insulting me?"

"Who's insulting you?"

"You called me Polendina!"

"It wasn't me."

"That's right; it must have been me! I say it was you."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

And as they got more and more fired up, they passed from words to actions, and then they started to fight, scratching, biting, and tearing each other up.

When the battle was over, Master Antonio found Geppetto's yellow wig in his hands, and Geppetto realized that he had the carpenter's grayish one in his mouth.

"Give me back my wig!" shouted Master Antonio.

"And you give me back mine, and then we'll make up." After each of them had gotten back his own wig, the two little old men shook hands and swore they'd stay good friends for the rest of their lives.

"So, Geppetto, my friend," said the carpenter in sign of the peace they had made, "what's the favor you want to ask me?"

"I'd like a little bit of wood so that I can make my puppet. Will you give me some?"

Master Antonio, quite pleased, went straight to his workbench to get that piece of wood that had given him such a fright. But just as he was about to hand it over to his friend, the piece of wood gave a sudden jerk, wriggled violently out of his hands, and finally went banging against poor Geppetto's scrawny shins.

"Ah! So this is the polite way you give away your things, Master Antonio? You almost crippled me!"

"I swear it wasn't me!"

"Then it must have been me!"

"It's all this piece of wood's fault ..."

"I know that it's the wood's fault, but you're the one who threw it at my legs!"

"It wasn't me who threw it!"

"Liar!"

"Don't insult me, Geppetto, or else I'll call you Polendina!"

"Ass!"

"Polendina!"

"Donkey!"

"Polendina!"

"Ugly old ape!"

"Polendina!"

When he heard himself called Polendina for the third time, Geppetto was blinded by rage and went for the carpenter, and right then and there they beat the tar out of each other.

When the battle was over, Master Antonio found himself with two new scratches on his nose, and the other fellow with two fewer buttons on his jacket. After they had squared their accounts in this way they shook hands and swore they'd stay good friends for the rest of their lives.

And finally, Geppetto took his dear piece of wood, and after thanking Master Antonio he limped back home.

After returning home, Geppetto immediately
starts making the puppet and gives him the
name of Pinocchio. The puppet's first mischief.

Geppetto's house was a little room on the ground floor, which got its light from a stairwell. The furnishings couldn't have been simpler: a battered chair, a dilapidated bed, and a broken-down little table. On the back wall you could see a fireplace with a fire burning, but the fire was painted, and near the fire there was painted a pot that boiled cheerfully and sent forth a cloud of steam that looked just like real steam.

As soon as he entered the house, Geppetto immediately took up his tools and started to carve and shape his puppet.

"What name shall I give him?" he asked himself. "I'll call him Pinocchio; that name will bring him good luck. Once I knew an entire family of Pinocchios: the father was a Pinocchio, the mother was a Pinocchia, and the children were Pinocchios, and they all managed pretty well. The richest of them was a beggar."

When he had found a name for his puppet, he began to work seriously, and he quickly made the hair, then the forehead, then the eyes.

Once the eyes were done, imagine his astonishment when he realized that they were moving and staring at him intently.

When he saw those two wooden eyes staring at him, Geppetto felt a bit offended and said in a resentful tone:

"You nasty wooden eyes, why are you looking at me?"

No one answered.

And so after the eyes, he made the puppet a nose, but as soon as the nose was done it started to grow. And it grew, and grew, and grew, and in a few minutes it had become so long that you could barely see the end of it.

Poor Geppetto wore himself out trying to cut it back, but the more he chopped at it and tried to cut it down, the longer that impertinent nose became.

After the nose, he made the puppet a mouth.

The mouth wasn't even finished when it started right up laughing and making fun of Geppetto.

"Cut out that laughing!" said Geppetto in a huff, but it was like talking to the wall.

"Cut out that laughing, I said!" he shouted in a threatening voice.

At that the mouth stopped laughing, but it stuck out its entire tongue.

Geppetto pretended not to notice so that he wouldn't ruin what he was doing and continued to work. After the mouth he made the chin, then the neck, then the shoulders, the stomach, the arms, and the hands.

As soon as he had finished the hands, Geppetto felt his wig being taken off his head. He looked up, and what did he see? He saw his yellow wig in the hands of the puppet.

"Pinocchio! ... Give me back my wig this minute!"

But instead of giving him back the wig, Pinocchio put it on his own head and was nearly smothered by it.

At that insolent and derisive conduct, Geppetto became more sad and melancholy than he had ever been in his life, and, turning to Pinocchio, he said:

"You scamp of a child! You're not even finished, and you're already starting to be disrespectful to your father! That's bad, my boy, bad!"

And he dried off a tear.

The legs and the feet still remained to be made.

When Geppetto had finished making the feet, he felt a kick land on the tip of his nose.

"I deserve this!" he said to himself then. "I should have thought of this before! It's too late now!"

Then he took hold of the puppet under the arms and placed him down on the floor of the room, so that he could start walking.

Pinocchio's legs were stiff and he didn't know how to move, so Geppetto led him by the hand and taught him how to take one step after the other.

Once he had stretched his legs, Pinocchio started to walk by himself and then to run around the room, until finally he slipped out the door, jumped into the street, and started to run away.

Poor Geppetto ran after him but wasn't able to reach him, because that naughty Pinocchio went leaping along like a hare, and the beating of his wooden feet on the pavement of the street made as much racket as twenty pairs of peasants' clogs.

"Get him! Get him!" shouted Geppetto, but when the people in the street saw that wooden puppet running along like a racehorse they stopped in amazement to stare at him, and they laughed and laughed and laughed so hard that it was beyond all imagination.

At last - and lucky it was - a carabiniere happened to pass by. When he heard all the uproar he thought that perhaps a colt had broken away from its master, and he planted himself courageously in the middle of the street with his legs wide apart, his mind set on stopping it and preventing any greater mishaps from happening.

But when from a distance Pinocchio caught sight of the carabiniere, who was barricading the whole street, he came up with the bright idea of surprising him by slipping between his legs. It was, however, a fiasco.

Without budging an inch, the carabiniere caught him cleanly by the nose (and it was a huge nose, out of all proportion, which seemed to have been made for the express purpose of being grabbed by carabinieri) and delivered him back into the very hands of Geppetto, who, as punishment, intended to give the puppet's ears a good boxing as soon as he could. But imagine how he felt when he went to look for the ears and couldn't find them. And do you know why? Because in his great hurry to carve Pinocchio he had forgotten to make them.

So he grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and as he was taking him back home he said, shaking his head threateningly:

"We're going home right now. And when we're home, you can rest assured that we'll settle our score!"

When he heard this sad tune, Pinocchio threw himself on the ground and refused to walk any farther. In the meantime, a crowd of busybodies and loafers began to gather around him.

There were those who said one thing, and those who said another.

Continue...


Excerpted from The Adventures of PINOCCHIO by Carlo Collodi Copyright © 2002 by Steerforth Press
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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Rebecca Burns is editor-in-chief of Atlanta Magazine, which has won numerous regional and national awards under her direction.

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Pinocchio 3.4 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 108 reviews.
hummingbird More than 1 year ago
I took turns reading pages with my 7 year old granddaughter. The vocabulary was challenging and the lessons the story taught about having a good work ethic, being self-motivated, and telling the truth were really well done. This version isn't the Disney version. It teaches in depth lessons and has good questions at the end of the book to reinforce values. I was pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed the story and more importantly my granddaughter really enjoyed the book.
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Suggest sample chapter first or borrow
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It has too many cus words i hate it
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Perfactally fun and adventures make you laugh sometimes.
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I thought there was only a movie incredible.the thing is i love disney so this is awsome i have never seen a disney book before movies great books awsooooome :()
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Wow i saw peoples comments and it left me thinking "is this story really that bad " please if the autor read these comments he or she would be very sad so please if yu have nothing nice to post dont post anything and thank yu for yout time
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I hate it i cant understand it they dont sat who is talking! Do not get this book it is a relly bad chilldrens book!
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Janae819 More than 1 year ago
It's okay. i had no idea the book is so different from the movie.
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Not like the rral one
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