The Daydreamerby Ian McEwan, Anthony Browne (Illustrator)
"Peter Fortune is a dreamer . . . [and here are seven of] his fabulous daydreams. Each is a separate adventure, [among them] taming a bully and catching a burglar, and young readers should have no trouble empathizing with his escapades. A delightful blend of serious whimsy and hilarious gravity."SLJ. "How would it feel to swap bodies with a cat, with a baby, with a grown-up? To be those creatures and still have your ten-year-old consciousness? British author McEwan writes a simple, visual prosecomic, deadpan, and lyricalthat captures the physicalness of [this] wild fantasy."BL. "A rare find." VOYA.
1995 Notable Trade Books in the Language Arts (NCTE)
Best Books 1994 (SLJ)
100 Titles for Reading and Sharing (NY Public Library)
Author Biography: Ian McEwan received the Somerset Maugham Award for his first collection of short stories, FIRST LOVE, LAST RITES. This was followed by another collection, In BETWEEN THE SHEETS and the novels The Child in Time; The Cement Garden; The Comfort of Strangers, which was nominated for the Booker Prize and is now a major motion picture; The Innocent, soon to be a major motion picture starring Anthony Hopkins; and most recently, Black Dogs. Mr. McEwan lives in Oxford, England with his wife and their four children.
“As far-fetched and funny as anything by Roald Dahl.” —Vogue
“Combines wit and invention with a sense of the natural order being overturned.” —The Washington Post Book World
“Peter’s fantasy life is richer than anybody’s since Walter Mitty.” —The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Brilliant . . . the quality of imagination at play here is something special.” —The Times Educational Supplement (London)
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- 6.26(w) x 9.32(h) x 0.77(d)
- Age Range:
- 8 - 11 Years
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When Peter Fortune was ten years old, grown-up people sometimes used to tell him he was a difficult child. He never understood what they meant. He didn't feel difficult at all. He didn't throw bottles at the garden wall, or tip ketchup over his head and pretend it was blood, or slash at his granny's anklewith his sword, though he occasionally thought of these things. Apart from all vegetables except potatoes, and fish, eggs, and cheese, there was nothing he would not eat. He wasn't noisier or dirtier or more stupid than anyone he knew. His name was easy to say and spell. His face, which was pale and freckled, was easy enough to remember. He went to school every day like all other children and never made that much fuss about it. He was only as horrid to his sister as she was to him. Policemen never came knocking at the front door wanting to arrest him. Doctors in white coats never offered to take him away to the madhouse. As far as Peter was concerned, he was really quite easy. What was difficult about him?
It was not until he had been a grownup himself for many years that Peter finally understood. They thought he was difficult because he was so silent. That seemed to bother people. The other problem was he liked being by himself. Not all the time, of course. Not even every day. But most days he liked to go off somewhere for an hour -- to his bedroom, or the park. He liked to be alone and think his thoughts.
Now, grown-ups like to think they know what's going on inside a ten-year-old's head. And it 's impossible to know what someone is thinking if they keep quiet about it. People wouldsee Peter lying on his back on a summer's afternoon, chewing a piece of grass and staring at the sky. "Peter. Peter! What are you thinking about?" they would call to him. And Peter would sit up with a start. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." Grownups knew that something was going on inside that head, but they couldn't hear it or see it or feel it. They couldn't tell Peter to stop it, because they did not know what it was he was doing in there.He could have been setting his school on fire or feeding his sister to an alligator and escaping in a hot-air balloon, but all they saw was a boy staring at the blue sky without blinking, a boy who did not hear you when you called his name.
As for being on his own, well, grownups didn't much like that either. They don't even like other grown-ups being on their own. When you join in, people can see what you're up to. You're up to what they're up to. You have to join in, or you'll spoil it for everyone else. Peter had different ideas. Joining in was all very fine in its place. But far too much of it went on. In fact, he thought, if people spent less time joining in and making others join in, and spent a little time each day alone remembering who they were or who they might be, then the world would be a happier place and wars might never happen.
At school he often left his body sitting at its desk while his mind went off on its journeys, and even at home daydreaming could sometimes get him into trouble. One Christmas Peter's father, Thomas Fortune, was hanging the decorations in the living room. It was a job he hated. It always put him in a bad mood. He was wanting to tape some streamers high in one corner. Now, in that corner was an armchair, and sitting in that armchair doing nothing in particular was Peter.
"Don't move, Pete," said Mr. Fortune. "I'm going to stand on the back of your chair to reach up here."
"That's fine," Peter said. "You go ahead."
Up onto the chair went Thomas Fortune, and away in his thoughts went Peter. He looked like he was doing nothing, but in fact he was very busy. He was inventing an exciting way of coming down a mountain quickly using a coat hanger and a length of wire stretched tight between the pine trees. He went on thinking about this problem while his father stood on the back of his chair, straining and gasping as he reached up to the ceiling. How, Peter wondered, would you go on sliding down without slamming into the trees that were holding up the wire?
Perhaps it was the mountain air that made Peter remember he was hungry. In the kitchen was an unopened box of chocolate cookies. It was a pity to go on neglecting them. just as he stood up, there was a terrible crash behind him. He turned just in time to see his father fall headfirst into the gap between the chair and the corner. Then Thomas Fortune reappeared, headfirst again, looking ready to chop Peter into tiny bits. On the other side of the room Peter's mother clamped her hand across her mouth to hide her laughter.
"Oh, sorry, Dad," Peter said. "I forgot you were there."
Not long after his tenth birthday Peter was entrusted with the mission of taking his seven-year-old sister, Kate, to school. Peter and Kate went to the same school. It was a fifteen-minute walk or a short bus ride away. Usually they walked there with their father, who dropped them off on his way to work. But now the children were thought old enough to make it to school by themselves on the bus, and Peter was in charge.
It was only two stops down the road,, but the way his parents kept going on about it, you might have thought Peter was taking Kate to the North Pole. He was given instructions the night before.The Daydreamer. Copyright © by Ian McEwan. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Meet the Author
Ian McEwan is the bestselling author of seventeen books, including the novels Nutshell; The Children Act; Sweet Tooth; Solar, winner of the Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize; On Chesil Beach; Saturday; Atonement, winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award and the W. H. Smith Literary Award; The Comfort of Strangers and Black Dogs, both short-listed for the Booker Prize; Amsterdam, winner of the Booker Prize; and The Child in Time, winner of the Whitbread Award; as well as the story collections First Love, Last Rites, winner of the Somerset Maugham Award, and In Between the Sheets.
- Oxford, England
- Date of Birth:
- June 21, 1948
- Place of Birth:
- Aldershot, England
- B.A., University of Sussex, 1970; M.A., University of East Anglia, 1971
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It was great I loved it. I read it when I was ten and it has stayed in my mind ever since. the main character's daydreams became mine with that book.
From reading this book it made me think a lot about what a little 10 year old boy daydreams about. Its a very interesting book to read.
I loved this book. It made me think about all the daydreaming I do. Although my daydreaming isn't always as fascinating as Peter's! If you want an adventure and a laugh this is a MUST READ. I have 9 and 11 year old cousins and I just can't wait to read 'The Daydreamer' to them! It had me smiling from ear to ear!
Peter Fortune is a quiet boy, but his active imagination, revealed in his daydreams, yields fascinating tales with perceptive insights. Each chapter can stand alone as a story. Right now, I'm reading it as a parent visitor in my fourth-grader's library period, chapter by chapter. The kids seem to love it. But don't be fooled; it's as much for grownups as for kids.
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