Charlotte's Web: Full Color Edition

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Overview

Don’t miss one of America’s top 100 most-loved novels, selected by PBS’s The Great American Read.

This beloved book by E. B. White, author of Stuart Little and The Trumpet of the Swan, is a classic of children's literature that is "just about perfect." This high-quality paperback features vibrant illustrations colorized by Rosemary Wells!

Some Pig. Humble. Radiant. These are the words in Charlotte's Web, high up in Zuckerman's barn. Charlotte's spiderweb tells of her feelings for a little pig named Wilbur, who simply wants a friend. They also express the love of a girl named Fern, who saved Wilbur's life when he was born the runt of his litter.

E. B. White's Newbery Honor Book is a tender novel of friendship, love, life, and death that will continue to be enjoyed by generations to come. This edition contains newly color illustrations by Garth Williams, the acclaimed illustrator of E. B. White's Stuart Little and Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House series, among many other books.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780064410939
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/02/2001
Edition description: Full Color Edition
Pages: 192
Sales rank: 36,976
Product dimensions: 4.22(w) x 7.96(h) x 0.73(d)
Lexile: 680L (what's this?)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

E. B. White, the author of such beloved classics as Charlotte's Web, Stuart Little, and The Trumpet of the Swan, was born in Mount Vernon, New York. He graduated from Cornell University in 1921 and, five or six years later, joined the staff of The New Yorker magazine, then in its infancy. He died on October 1, 1985, and was survived by his son and three grandchildren.

Mr. White's essays have appeared in Harper's magazine, and some of his other books are: One Man's Meat, The Second Tree from the Corner, Letters of E. B. White, Essays of E. B. White, and Poems and Sketches of E. B. White. He won countless awards, including the 1971 National Medal for Literature and the Laura Ingalls Wilder Award, which commended him for making a "substantial and lasting contribution to literature for children."

During his lifetime, many young readers asked Mr. White if his stories were true. In a letter written to be sent to his fans, he answered, "No, they are imaginary tales . . . But real life is only one kind of life—there is also the life of the imagination."


Garth Williams is the renowned illustrator of almost one hundred books for children, including the beloved Stuart Little by E. B. White, Bedtime for Frances by Russell Hoban, and the Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder.

He was born in 1912 in New York City but raised in England. He founded an art school near London and served with the British Red Cross Civilian Defense during World War II. Williams worked as a portrait sculptor, art director, and magazine artist before doing his first book Stuart Little, thus beginning a long and lustrous career illustrating some of the best known children's books.

In addition to illustrating works by White and Wilder, he also illustrated George Selden’s The Cricket in Times Square and its sequels (Farrar Straus Giroux). He created the character and pictures for the first book in the Frances series by Russell Hoban (HarperCollins) and the first books in the Miss Bianca series by Margery Sharp (Little, Brown). He collaborated with Margaret Wise Brown on her Little Golden Books titles Home for a Bunny and Little Fur Family, among others, and with Jack Prelutsky on two poetry collections published by Greenwillow: Ride a Purple Pelican and Beneath a Blue Umbrella. He also wrote and illustrated seven books on his own, including Baby Farm Animals (Little Golden Books) and The Rabbits’ Wedding (HarperCollins).


Rosemary Wells is the creator of many unforgettable children's book characters, including Max and Ruby, McDuff, and Yoko, each of whom stars in their own book series. She is also the author of perennial favorites about universal childhood experiences, such as Noisy Nora and Read To Your Bunny. Rosemary Wells lives in upstate New York.

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THE END of the world, as it turned out, was nothing more than a collection of magnificent winter houses on Isle des Chevaliers. When laborers imported from Haiti came to clear the land, clouds and fish were convinced that the world was over, that the sea-green green of the sea and the sky-blue sky of the sky were no longer permanent. Wild parrots that had escaped the stones of hungry children in Queen of France agreed and raised havoc as they flew away to look for yet another refuge. Only the champion daisy trees were serene. After all, they were part of a rain forest already two thousand years old and scheduled for eternity, so they ignored the men and continued to rock the diamondbacks that slept in their arms. It took the river to persuade them that indeed the world was altered. That never again would the rain be equal, and by the time they realized it and had run their roots deeper, clutching the earth like lost boys found, it was too late. The men had already folded the earth where there had been no fold and hollowed her where there had been no hollow, which explains what happened to the river. It crested, then lost its course, and finally its head. Evicted from the place where it had lived, and forced into unknown turf, it could not form its pools or waterfalls, and ran every which way. The clouds gathered together, stood still and watched the river scuttle around the forest floor, crash headlong into the haunches of hills with no notion of where it was going, until exhausted, ill and grieving, it slowed to a stop just twenty leagues short of the sea.

The clouds looked at each other, then broke apart in confusion. Fish heard their hooves as they raced offto carry the news of the scatterbrained river to the peaks of hills and the tops of the champion daisy trees. But it was too late. The men had gnawed through the daisy trees until, wild-eyed and yelling, they broke in two and hit the ground. In the huge silence that followed their fall, orchids spiraled down to join them.

When it was over, and houses instead grew in the hills, those trees that had been spared dreamed of their comrades for years afterward and their nightmare mutterings annoyed the diamondbacks who left them for the new growth that came to life in spaces the sun saw for the first time. Then the rain changed and was no longer equal. Now it rained not just for an hour every day at the same time, but in seasons, abusing the river even more. Poor insulted, brokenhearted river. Poor demented stream. Now it sat in one place like a grandmother and became a swamp the Haitians called Sein de Vieilles. And witch's tit it was: a shriveled fogbound oval seeping with a thick black substance that even mosquitoes could not live near.

But high above it were hills and vales so bountiful it made visitors tired to look at them: bougainvillea, avocado, poinsettia, lime, banana, coconut and the last of the rain forest's champion trees. Of the houses built there, the oldest and most impressive was L'Arbe de la Croix. It had been designed by a brilliant Mexican architect, but the Haitian laborers had no union and therefore could not distinguish between craft and art, so while the panes did not fit their sashes, the windowsills and door saddles were carved lovingly to perfection. They sometimes forgot or ignored the determination of water to flow downhill so the toilets and bidets could not always produce a uniformly strong swirl of water. But the eaves were so wide and deep that the windows could be left open even in a storm and no rain could enter the rooms—only wind, scents and torn-away leaves. The floor planks were tongue-in-groove, but the hand-kilned tiles from Mexico, though beautiful to behold, loosened at a touch. Yet the doors were plumb and their knobs, hinges and locks secure as turtles.

It was a wonderful house. Wide, breezy and full of light. Built in the days when plaster was taken for granted and with the sun and the airstream in mind, it needed no air conditioning. Graceful landscaping kept the house just under a surfeit of beauty. Every effort had been made to keep it from looking "designed." Almost nothing was askew and the few things that were had charm: the little island touches here and there (a washhouse, a kitchen garden, for example) were practical. At least that was the judgment of discriminating visitors. They all agreed that except for the unfortunate choice of its name it was "the most handsomely articulated and blessedly unrhetorical house in the Caribbean." One or two had reservations—wondered whether all that interior sunlight wasn't a little too robust and hadn't the owner gone rather overboard with the recent addition of a greenhouse? Valerian Street was mindful of their criticism, but completely indifferent to it. His gray eyes drifted over the faces of such guests like a four o'clock shadow on its way to twilight. They reminded him of the Philadelphia widows who, when they heard he was going to spend the whole first year of his retirement in his island house, said, "You'll be back. Six months and you will be bored out of your mind." That was four Decembers ago, and the only things he missed were hydrangeas and the postman. The new greenhouse made it possible to reproduce the hydrangea but the postman was lost to him forever. The rest of what he loved he brought with him: some records, garden shears, a sixty-four-bulb chandelier, a light blue tennis shirt and the Principal Beauty of Maine. Ferrara Brothers (Domestic and International) took care of the rest, and with the help of two servants, the Principal Beauty and mounds of careful correspondence he was finally installed for the year on a hill high enough to watch the sea from three sides. Not that he was interested. Beyond its providing the weather that helped or prevented the steamers bringing mail, he never gave the sea a thought. And whatever he did think about, he thought it privately in his greenhouse. In the late afternoons, when the heat had to be taken seriously, and early in the morning, he was there. Long before the Principal Beauty had removed her sleeping mask, he turned the switch that brought the "Goldberg" Variations into the greenhouse. At first he'd experimented with Chopin and some of the Russians, but the Magnum Rex peonies, overwhelmed by all that passion, whined and curled their lips. He settled finally on Bach for germination, Haydn and Liszt for strong sprouting. After that all of the plants seemed content with Rampal's Rondo in D. By the time he sugared his breakfast coffee, the peonies, the anemones and all their kind had heard forty or fifty minutes of music which nourished them but set Sydney the butler's teeth on edge although he'd heard some variety of it every day for forty years. What made it bearable now was that the music was confined to the greenhouse and not swarming all through the house as it often did back in Philadelphia. He could hear it only thinly now as he wiped moisture beads from a glass of iced water with a white napkin. He set it near the cup and saucer and noticed how much the liver spots had faded on his employer's hand. Mr. Street thought it was the lotion he rubbed on nightly, but Sydney thought it was the natural tanning of the skin in this place they had all come to three years ago.

Except for the kitchen, which had a look of permanence, the rest of the house had a hotel feel about it—a kind of sooner or later leaving appearance: a painting or two hung in an all right place but none was actually stationed or properly lit; the really fine china was still boxed and waiting for a decision nobody was willing to make. It was hard to serve well in the tentativeness. No crystal available (it too was closed away in Philadelphia) so a few silver trays had to do for everything from fruit to petits fours. Every now and then, the Principal Beauty, on one of her trips, brought back from the States another carton chock-full of something Sydney asked for: the blender, the carborundum stone, two more tablecloths. These items had to be carefully selected because they were exchanged for other items that she insisted on taking back to Philadelphia. It was her way of keeping intact the illusion that they still lived in the States but were wintering near Dominique. Her husband encouraged her fantasy by knotting every loose string of conversation with the observation "It can wait till we get home." Six months after they'd arrived Sydney told his wife that periodic airing of trunk luggage in the sunlight was more habit than intention. They would have to tear down that greenhouse to get him off the island because as long as it was there, he'd be there too. What the devil does he do in there, she had asked him.

"Relaxes a little, that's all. Drinks a bit, reads, listens to his records.''

"Can't nobody spend every day in a shed for three years without being up to some devilment,'' she said.

"It's not a shed," said Sydney. "It's a greenhouse I keep telling you."

"Whatever you call it."

"He grows hydrangeas in there. And dahlias."

"If he wants hydrangeas he should go back home. He hauls everybody down to the equator to grow Northern flowers?"

"It's not just that. Remember how he liked his study back at the house? Well, it's like that, except it's a greenhouse kind of a study."

"Anybody build a greenhouse on the equator ought to be shame.''

''This is not the equator."

"Could of fooled me."

"Nowhere near it."

"You mean there's some place on this planet hotter than this?"

"I thought you liked it here."

"Love it."

"Then stop complaining."

"It's because I do love it that I'm complaining. I'd like to know if it's permanent. Living like this you can't figure nothing. He might pack up any minute and trot off someplace else."

"He'll be here till he dies," Sydney told her. "Less that greenhouse burns up."

"Well, I'll pray nothing happens to it," she said, but she needn't have. Valerian took very good care of the greenhouse for it was a nice place to talk to his ghosts in peace while he transplanted, fed, air-layered, rooted, watered, dried and thinned his plants. He kept a small refrigerator of Blanc de Blancs and read seed catalogs while he sipped the wine. Sometimes he gazed through the little greenhouse panes at the washhouse. Other times he checked catalogs, brochures and entered into ringing correspondence with nurseries from Tokyo to Newburgh, New York. He read only mail these days, having given up books because the language in them had changed so much—stained with rivulets of disorder and meaninglessness. He loved the greenhouse and the island, but not his neighbors. Luckily there was a night, three years ago, after he'd first settled into tropic life, when he woke up with a toothache so brutal it lifted him out of bed and knocked him to his knees. He knelt on the floor clutching the Billy Blass sheets and thinking, This must be a stroke. No tooth could do this to me. Directly above the waves of pain his left eye was crying while his right went dry with rage. He crawled to the night table and pressed the button that called Sydney. When he arrived, Valerian insisted on being taken to Queen of France at once, but there was no way to get there. At that hour fishermen had not even begun to stir and the launch was twice a week. They owned no boat and even if they had neither Sydney nor anyone else could handle it. So the quick-witted butler telephoned the neighbors Valerian hated and got both the use of a fifty-six-foot Palaos called Seabird II and the boat skills of the Filipino houseboy. After a daring jeep ride in the dark, an interminable boat ride and a taxi ride that was itself a memory, they arrived at Dr. Mhichelin's door at 2:00 a.m. Sydney banged while the Filipino chatted with the taxi driver. The dentist roared out the second floor window. He had been run out of Algeria and thought his door was being assaulted by local Blacks—whose teeth he would not repair. At last, Valerian, limp and craven, sat in the dentist's chair where he gave himself up to whatever the Frenchman had in mind. Dr. Michelin positioned a needle toward the roof of Valerian's mouth but seemed to change his mind at the last minute, for Valerian felt the needle shoot straight into his nostril on up to the pupil of his eye and out his left temple. He stretched his hand toward the doctor's trousers, hoping that his death grip—the one they always had to pry loose—would be found to contain the crushed balls of a D.D.S. But before he could get a grip under the plaid bathrobe, the pain disappeared and Valerian wept outright, grateful for the absence of all sensation in his head. Dr. Michelin didn't do another thing. He just sat down and poured himself a drink, eyeing his patient in silence.

This encounter, born in encouraged hatred, ended in affection. The good doctor let Valerian swallow a little of his brandy through a straw and against his better judgment, and Valerian recognized a man who took his medical oaths seriously. They got good and drunk together that night, and the combination of Novocain and brandy gave Valerian an expansiveness he had not felt in years. They visited each other occasionally and whenever Valerian thought of that first meeting he touched the place where the abscess had been and smiled. It had a comic book quality about it: two elderly men drunk and quarreling about Pershing (whom Valerian had actually seen), neither one mentioning then or ever the subject of exile or advanced years which was what they had in common. Both felt as though they had been run out of their homes. Robert Michelin expelled from Algeria; Valerian Street voluntarily exiled from Philadelphia.

Both had been married before and the long years of a second marriage had done nothing to make either forget his first. The memory of those years of grief in the wake of a termagant was still keen. Michelin had remarried within a year of his divorce, but Valerian stayed a bachelor for a long time and on purpose until he went out for an after lunch stroll on a wintry day in Maine, a stroll he hoped would get rid of the irritable boredom he'd felt among all those food industry appliance reps. His walk from the inn had taken him only two blocks to the main street when he found himself in the middle of a local Snow Carnival Parade. He saw the polar bear and then he saw her. The bear was standing on its hind feet, its front ones raised in benediction. A rosy-cheeked girl was holding on to one of the bear's forefeet like a bride. The plastic igloo behind them threw into dazzling relief her red velvet coat and the ermine muff she waved to the crowd. The moment he saw her something inside him knelt down.


Table of Contents

Before Breakfast
1(7)
Wilbur
8(5)
Escape
13(12)
Loneliness
25(7)
Charlotte
32(10)
Summer Days
42(6)
Bad News
48(4)
A Talk at Home
52(3)
Wilbur's Boast
55(11)
An Explosion
66(11)
The Miracle
77(9)
A Meeting
86(6)
Good Progress
92(13)
Dr. Dorian
105(8)
The Crickets
113(5)
Off to the Fair
118(12)
Uncle
130(8)
The Cool of the Evening
138(6)
The Egg Sac
144(11)
The Hour of Triumph
155(8)
Last Day
163(9)
A Warm Wind
172

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Charlotte's Web: Full Color Edition 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 58 reviews.
AnastasiaSS More than 1 year ago
Charlotte's Web is an amazing book. When I was younger, I never wanted to read it. I have watched the movie and loved it. Now I am homeschooling my daughter and this book popped up for a novel requirement. She was against it at first. But from the very first moment of us reading it together--we were both hooked. I woudl limit it to 2 chapters per day. And after reading those 2 chapters--we both wanted to read more. It was a very hard book to put down. We both loved every minute of it. And i enjoyed reading this book (at the age of 35)--more because I read it with my daughter. We laughed together, we cried together. Imagine me, a 35 year old mother cryong when Charlotte died. This book is truly a wonderful peiece of literature that everyone should read. A true classic. However--now my daughter is begging me for a baby pig. Someday--she will read this to her children and they will hopefully beg her for one also.
onlyminordetails More than 1 year ago
My Thoughts: I chose to reread Charlotte's Web for Banned Books Week this year mostly because I haven't read it in probably more than 15 years. I did read it numerous times growing up, so I remembered a lot of it. What I took away this time around was probably more than I ever took away back then though. Most of you already know the story, so I won't go into that. What I will talk about is how the book made me feel. One of those things was Fern. She was loving and caring and full of life. She knew what was going on with the animals and she talked about it all the time. There was something extra special about her. I think what got to me was how much she just enjoyed the simple pleasures in life. Sitting on the stool by Wilbur's pen, taking in the sights and sounds. How many of us get to do that anymore? How many of us wish we could do that right now? Of course, there was also Charlotte. Wonderful and amazing Charlotte. Her outlook on life and her wisdom are amazing. The way she and Wilbur interacted touched my heart. Wilbur learned a lot about life from Charlotte, and in the end he became the terrific pig she always knew he could be. The absolute best thing about their friendship can be summed up in this conversation between the two of them: "Why did you do all this for me?" he asked. "I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you." "You have been my friend," replied Charlotte. "That in itself is a tremendous thing." That quote... typing it out is bringing the tears to my eyes. It's such a beautiful quote. Reading Charlotte's Web by E.B. White again brought back so many memories and caused me to have a brighter outlook on life. Friends are important, helping each other is important, enjoying the simple things in life is important. If you haven't read this one since you were a kid, I strongly recommend that you read it again sometime. It will warm your heart just as it did before. I am certainly glad I took the time to. My Rating: Exceptional
firhetrick on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Have you ever read a book called Charlotte's Web? Well it has a talking pig and a spider friend. If you want to have a talking pig and a spider then this it he right book for you. This book is only for people that like to read books and like talking animals. Recommended for grades 3 and up.
hokonow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Charlotte's Web is one of my all-time favorite stories. E. B. White's book is about a girl who saves a little pig named Wilber, and it follows the friendships that Wilber makes with the other animals in the farm, especially with a spider named Charlotte. This story covers deep and complex human emotions, from love to loss, and teaches children about the timelessness of friendship. It is a beautiful story that will continue to capture audiences forever!
soonergirlam on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Summary:A pig named Wilbur befriends a spider who lives above his pen, named Charlotte. When the farmer decides that it is time for Wilbur to leave the farm, Charlotte begins using her ability to spin webs to try to help Wilbur. Personal Reaction:One of my favorites of all time! I love how this book portrays a story of such friendship and a long lasting one at that.Classroom Extensions:#1: I would have the children journal about their best friend and how they would feel if their bestfriend had to move. #2: I would have them tell the story of Charlotte's web from another animal's point of view.
mannperkins on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As an educator with small children this is a perfect read aloud or lit set. One of my all time favorites.
janique on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Where 's papa going with that ax? said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast Tears rab down her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father's hand and Fern said Mr. Arable, I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do.One afternoon when Fern was sitting on her stool the oldest sheep walked into the barn and stopped to pay a call on Wilbur.Wilbur was lovingly raised by a girl named Fern. But now he's a barn pig.He's bored and lonely until he meet Charlotte the beautiful grey spider who also lives in the barn.This is a classic tale of friendship. Wilbur the smallest of the spring pigs is saved by Fern from being killed and goes to live at her uncle¿s place. There he befriends Charlotte a spider who the rest of the barn despises. Charlotte works to spin her magic to save Wilbur once again from death. Both learn about friendship, respect and giving your all for the people you care about.
KaleyHarper on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Summary:A classic story about friendship. When Fern begs her father to let her keep the runt of the pigs, he allows her to, thus beginning a role of motherhood for Fern and baby Wilbur. Wilbur grows up on the farm and then becomes friends with a spider named Charlotte, who teaches him about life, love and friendships.Personal:I love this book, and movie because it is a classic that my mother read to me when I was a child. It really teaches the reader or viewer that friendship should mean the world to people and should be sacred.Classroom:1. After reading the book to the class, I would have them do a journal entry over what they learned from the book and what friendship means to them.2. As a class, I would have the students make webs to go around the room, and show them how much work and time it takes for a good web to be created.
DayehSensei on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I loved Charlotte's Web as a child because of the raw emotion-- tears, laughter, disbelief-- it inspired. It is a joy to see my students enjoy this story decades later. A timeless classic. My heart aches for Wilbur!
rizeandshine on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful tale of childhood, growing up, life, death and rebirth. The story is ingenious and comes to life through each unique character. I read the book when I was young and loved it. Unfortunately now I can't get past hearing the characters voices in my head from the cartoon movie version of the story. I wish I could read it fresh once again. At least the cartoon was well-done and followed the book closely. As an adult, I am more aware of Fern's part in the story and how she is noticeably absent when Wilbur receives his award. We see both Fern and Wilbur mature and grow in their own ways as we move from Spring to Summer to Winter. Ultimately, Charlotte saves Wilbur from certain death and he is around to witness the circle of life on the farm, as he says goodbye to old friends and continues to welcome new life like goslings and spider hatchlings. If you've never had the chance, read this book for yourself or read it to your children. It is a classic story that I'm sure you will enjoy.
ellenflorman on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I remember this as one of my favorite books when I was a child.It was also the first book that ever made me cry. I found it just as beautiful reading it today. I have the hardcover editions that has Garth William's beautiful illustrations enhancced with a gentle watercolor.
momma2 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ashlyn loved this book so much that Blake is now inspired to read it. She would stop reading and say "listen to this" and read a passage out loud to whoever was in the room to hear. Of course it was also one of my favorites as a kid.
Melfu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of my favourite children books.
restock on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful story for read-aloud (the second-graders loved it). It is filled with immagination, friendhsip, and overcoming obstacles. Will read again and again.
ke141703 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Summary: THis book is about a girl named Fern who saves a baby pig. She loves this little runt pig so much that she takes care of him till he is to big to be in the house anymore. THen she takes him to her uncles farm to live in the barn. The pig is scared of being slautered if the fall so he befreinds a spider named Charlotte who helps discover a way to keep him safe.Personal Response: Well I really enjoyed reading this book. I loved the movie as a child so it was fun to read the story.Classroom Extension Ideas: I could let the students draw all the animals they think should live in the barn. Also this is a great story to start a liturature circle with.
kdhayes06 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Summary: This is a tale of farm life and friendship above all else. A harsh reality of animals on a farm is that they are there to be sold or worse. A pig in such a circumstance becomes friends with a spider who amazes everyone with her webs. Charlotte enlists the help of other animals and saves Wilber¿s life and wins the fair. Wilber in return watches after Charlotte¿s nest and sends her babies off on their own adventure. Personal: I can remember crying over this story as a young child. I hate spiders yet I was heartbroken over Charlotte¿s death. My father raised cattle and I can remember feeding some of the calves by hand and can still remember the first time I figured out where the meat on my dinner plate came from. Classroom Extensions: Literature: This is a familiar story that could be read as a class over a period of time and later tested over certain aspects of the book. Comprehension, Author, Illustrator, climax, or do a book report over. Science: A fun way to lighten up the study of spiders. Girls might be more inclined to learn how the spider spins their webs after hearing about Charlotte and hers.
haygirl7 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Summary:Charlotte's Web is the story of a pig named Wilbur, an eight year old farm girl named Fern, and a spider named Charlotte. Wilbur is a boisterous pig, the runt of his litter. Wilbur loves his life! He sometimes feels alone and anxious. One day Wilbur befriends a barn spider named Charlotte. Charlotte is a spider who at first seems barbarous due to her method of catching food. When the old sheep in the barn cellar tells Wilbur that he is going to be killed and eaten at Christmas, he turns to Charlotte for help. In the end Wilbur learns the true meaning of friendship from Charlotte the spider and his beloved Fern. Personal Reaction:I have loved this book since the day I learned how to read. I own at least three copies and can't wait to pass them down to my children!Classroom Extension Ideas:1. My class and I would read this novel and dedicate a few weeks to the study of it. The class would complete worksheets, take quizzes and tests, and interact in other activities relating to the book. 2. After reading this book to my class I would assign an art project. The students would illustrate their own versions of the story.
librarianlou on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Timeless story of friendship
timspalding on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
White's prose is pitch-perfect. If you can get it, listen to the audiobook version, read by the author.
m3student on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is really interesting. I have seen the movie and read the whole book. The movie is sad and of course so is the book. It is about a little girl and her uncle is going to shoot a baby pig and she wants to keep it and her uncle lets her. She calls it Wilbur and that is all i want to say so I don't spoil it!!!!
mj113469 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This story is about Charlotte the spider and Wilbur the pig. Charlotte is a spider that lives in the corner of a barn door and Wilbur is a pig that when he was born he was a runt and the farmer was going to kill Wilbur but the farmers¿ daughter said she would take care of him. Wilbur tried to make friends with the other animals in the barnyard but no other animals liked him. Charlotte and Wilbur became really good friends. Wilbur thinks that the farmer is going to slaughter him and he becomes very scared. Charlotte decides to try everything in her power to show everyone that Wilbur is a special pig and does not need to be slaughtered. I really enjoyed this book because I grew up on a farm and still live on a farm so I felt like I knew about the things that happened in this book. I don¿t normally like books where inanimate objects take on life but I really liked this book.One could use this in the classroom by having the students watch the movie and compare the movie to the book. One could also take the students to a petting zoo to view the different animals.
EmilyRB on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A knowledgeable spider named Charlotte forms an unusal bond with a simplistic pig named Wilbur. Wilbur, destined for slaughter, is saved from impending death by Charlotte who uses her vast intelligence to show the farmer Wilbur's value.
librarianista76 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If there is a book to represent children's literature in the 1950's, this is it! It is about sweet Fern who grows fond of a pig named Wilbur. Wilbur becomes friends with Charlotte the spider. Charlotte has a talent of weaving her web to words. Her cleverness by communicating with her web helps save Wilbur's life after he enters the fair. This book is about friendship.
bbohard on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is about the hurdles and obstacles overcome in order to save a runt pig from being sent to market. Fern, the daughter of the farmer, does not want Wilber, the runt pig, to be killed. Her father agrees to let her keep him for a while as her pet. Charlotte, the spider, spins a large web about how great Wilber is. He is then taken to the fair where he won first place. People traveled from all around to come see Wilber.This book is a wonderful book that describes the selflessness of love and friendships. Not only did Fern and Charlotte help save Wilber, but so did many of the animals on the farm. They made great sacrifices to save their friend, Wilber.After reading this book aloud to my class, I would then let the class watch the movie. After watching the movie, I would let the class compare and contrast the book and the movie, and discuss which one they liked more and why. I would also allow the class to discuss the importance of friendship, and the rewards great friendships bring.
btivis on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Charlotte's Web is a heart-wrenching story of a girl's love for a pig and her determination to keep it alive. She is not the only one who loves this pig, though. A very wise spider, Charlotte, does her part to keep Wilbur alive as well. All of the farm animals are part of this plan. It is a story of love and friendship that all children should read.I don't think there are words to describe the love that is felt for this book. I can still remember where I was sitting in second grade when our teacher read it out loud to us. I have loved it ever since.The number of activities that can be used with this book are endless. There are hundreds of websites that are full of activities for every part of this book. I would like to have a contest of the words Charlotte could use to put in her web that describe Wilbur. The class could vote on the top five. Each day, I would attach a word to a spiderweb that leads into the classroom so the entire building could see it. You could also use the same process, but come up with phrases to describe the class.