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3.85 AVERAGE
3.85 AVERAGE
adventurous
dark
hopeful
lighthearted
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
The magical aspect was captured nicely and there’s this sense of adventure that sort of stays with you throughout the book. Peter was a very flawed character, which made him more interesting to read about. Good book, but definitely has darker themes and tones underneath the surface.
Flat.
(Damn i read every sentence but just couldn’t absorb it. The fact that I had watched the movie was the only thing that kept me going. Also, Nana was really treated poorly in this family. She deserved so much better ;-;)
(Damn i read every sentence but just couldn’t absorb it. The fact that I had watched the movie was the only thing that kept me going. Also, Nana was really treated poorly in this family. She deserved so much better ;-;)
adventurous
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
I was so prepared to go on about how the play is so accurate to the novel! So of course the play was written first.
Je me suis aperçue il y a pas très longtemps que j'avais vu :
a) le dessin animé de Disney, une fois ;
b) Hook des dizaines & des dizaines de fois, quand j'étais petite ;
c) & même l'espèce de remake de 2003 ou 2004, quelque chose comme ça?, avec un flot que je gardais.
-- mais que j'avais jamais lu le vrai de vrai Peter Pan. D'où cette lecture.
Tout le monde connaît l'histoire & j'imagine qu'il y a pas grand-chose à rajouter là-dessus, sauf, je sais pas, pour toutes les choses qui m'ont surprises --
À quel point Peter Pan est CRUEL!, de un. & arrogant & égoïste. Il a pas de mémoire & il vole des enfants. (C'est un personnage vraiment effrayant, au fond, vraiment troublant.)
À quel point cette histoire est violente! (Mais c'est comme pour tous les contes pour enfants, non? On les relit une fois adultes & on se dit seigneur, TANT DE VIOLENCE.) Les personnages passent leur temps à s'entretuer joyeusement. Littéralement.
À quel point la seule ambition de Wendy semble être de repriser des vêtements & de faire le ménage, éternellement, JOUR APRÈS JOUR.
Etcétéra.
Ça reste une histoire un tout petit peu moralisatrice, drôle & exubérante la plupart du temps. Douce là où il faut, & triste si on y pense trop.
a) le dessin animé de Disney, une fois ;
b) Hook des dizaines & des dizaines de fois, quand j'étais petite ;
c) & même l'espèce de remake de 2003 ou 2004, quelque chose comme ça?, avec un flot que je gardais.
-- mais que j'avais jamais lu le vrai de vrai Peter Pan. D'où cette lecture.
Tout le monde connaît l'histoire & j'imagine qu'il y a pas grand-chose à rajouter là-dessus, sauf, je sais pas, pour toutes les choses qui m'ont surprises --
À quel point Peter Pan est CRUEL!, de un. & arrogant & égoïste. Il a pas de mémoire & il vole des enfants. (C'est un personnage vraiment effrayant, au fond, vraiment troublant.)
À quel point cette histoire est violente! (Mais c'est comme pour tous les contes pour enfants, non? On les relit une fois adultes & on se dit seigneur, TANT DE VIOLENCE.) Les personnages passent leur temps à s'entretuer joyeusement. Littéralement.
À quel point la seule ambition de Wendy semble être de repriser des vêtements & de faire le ménage, éternellement, JOUR APRÈS JOUR.
Etcétéra.
Ça reste une histoire un tout petit peu moralisatrice, drôle & exubérante la plupart du temps. Douce là où il faut, & triste si on y pense trop.
I enjoyed Jim Dale's performance on the audiobook version of Peter Pan. I especially liked his takes on Hook and Smee!
Not a children's book, be sure to get an unabridged version. The writing style is like nothing I've read before.
Magical story with so many extra details that the films miss.
A family favourite, easy and smiley read.
A family favourite, easy and smiley read.
I must admit, I never liked the Disney's Peter Pan. I got ahold of the J.M. Barrie version when I was about 13. I read it and couldn't get enough. Neverland is up their with Narnia to be my future homes ;) but I've love this book since then (I'm now 18) and I quote it a lot without even thinking. My favorite line: "To die will be an awfully big adventure"
Reading this gives me a new appreciation for the 2003 film adaptation, because that movie really took all the best parts from the book (and gave it a few little updates/twists) and left out all... the rest.
This is not a children's book, as I'd always assumed. It's dark and often weird, sometimes creepy and sometimes clever, a little offensive and also like a dream in of itself.
This is not a children's book, as I'd always assumed. It's dark and often weird, sometimes creepy and sometimes clever, a little offensive and also like a dream in of itself.
Grownups and children and living in the in-between. Peter Pan is a story that knows it's a story. A narrative that doesn't exactly care if you ruminate on the topics it tenderly brings to light as it knows its truth will remain unchanged, "all children, except one, grow up."
The stars wink at you. Fairies step over you while you rest. Dreams reach out to you and yet it all goes unnoticed. As we settle into our mind over time and tame our imagination to what is only the minimum, our vision becomes impaired. Imagination ages into something we consciously control ourselves rather than the vehicle it used to be to take us somewhere sacred. When we’re young the scale of the world is perfect for our imagination, fairies are small and therefore closer. As we get older we feel larger than the world and have trouble noticing what lives outside of us. "After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy...any of the other boys obstructing the fairy path at night they would have mischiefed, but they just tweaked Peter’s nose and passed on." "They [the stars] were crowding round the house, as if curious to see what was to take place there, but she did not notice this, nor that one or two of the smaller ones winked at her."
Our mind is a map that only becomes harder to make out as it ages. Where did this go and where did this thing come from and what used to be here and how do I get back to this place? In childhood the map is fully intact, albeit chaotic. "It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on..." Reading this story felt like a sneaky way to patch the shabby map of the childhood mind and take a peek into a world we can no longer be fully immersed in.
It's a little challenging to wrangle your feelings towards Peter. He's quick, selfish, sensitive, a live wire. Charming yet oblivious to the hurt he causes and still a piece of you wants to be like him. Peter is experiencing more adventures than anyone since he is far removed from finite reality. Yet there are several nights where Peter cries over nightmares that "had to do, I think, with the riddle of his existence." He is aware he is grieving something he has never known but he forgets! Then he remembers. Then forgets! He is an everlasting boy who remains in a never-ending cycle of remembrance of what he lacks, constantly experiencing every loss and every joy for the first time again.
"He had his first laugh still." Peter believes time will wait for him and it will. Time bends in his favor but it will not make an exception for anyone else, not Wendy and especially not us. Wendy discovers a place that lives between the vivid world of childhood and the reality of growing older, the site of remembering. Though Wendy cannot fully return to her childhood, there’s a place of remembrance and empathy (especially present when spending time with her young daughter) that brings her close to her very own adolescent mind.
Wendy is grown and sees Peter once more in her daughter’s nursery, Peter has yet to realize Wendy has broken her promise to never grow old. He doesn't grasp how long it has been since he told Wendy, "Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing." Wendy saw growing older as a pleasure and remembers her childhood with a mature fondness but still upon seeing Peter, "Something inside her was crying Woman, Woman, let go of me."
The stars wink at you. Fairies step over you while you rest. Dreams reach out to you and yet it all goes unnoticed. As we settle into our mind over time and tame our imagination to what is only the minimum, our vision becomes impaired. Imagination ages into something we consciously control ourselves rather than the vehicle it used to be to take us somewhere sacred. When we’re young the scale of the world is perfect for our imagination, fairies are small and therefore closer. As we get older we feel larger than the world and have trouble noticing what lives outside of us. "After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy...any of the other boys obstructing the fairy path at night they would have mischiefed, but they just tweaked Peter’s nose and passed on." "They [the stars] were crowding round the house, as if curious to see what was to take place there, but she did not notice this, nor that one or two of the smaller ones winked at her."
Our mind is a map that only becomes harder to make out as it ages. Where did this go and where did this thing come from and what used to be here and how do I get back to this place? In childhood the map is fully intact, albeit chaotic. "It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on..." Reading this story felt like a sneaky way to patch the shabby map of the childhood mind and take a peek into a world we can no longer be fully immersed in.
It's a little challenging to wrangle your feelings towards Peter. He's quick, selfish, sensitive, a live wire. Charming yet oblivious to the hurt he causes and still a piece of you wants to be like him. Peter is experiencing more adventures than anyone since he is far removed from finite reality. Yet there are several nights where Peter cries over nightmares that "had to do, I think, with the riddle of his existence." He is aware he is grieving something he has never known but he forgets! Then he remembers. Then forgets! He is an everlasting boy who remains in a never-ending cycle of remembrance of what he lacks, constantly experiencing every loss and every joy for the first time again.
"He had his first laugh still." Peter believes time will wait for him and it will. Time bends in his favor but it will not make an exception for anyone else, not Wendy and especially not us. Wendy discovers a place that lives between the vivid world of childhood and the reality of growing older, the site of remembering. Though Wendy cannot fully return to her childhood, there’s a place of remembrance and empathy (especially present when spending time with her young daughter) that brings her close to her very own adolescent mind.
Wendy is grown and sees Peter once more in her daughter’s nursery, Peter has yet to realize Wendy has broken her promise to never grow old. He doesn't grasp how long it has been since he told Wendy, "Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing." Wendy saw growing older as a pleasure and remembers her childhood with a mature fondness but still upon seeing Peter, "Something inside her was crying Woman, Woman, let go of me."