The Bicycle Thief
Autor Franklin W. Dixon Ilustrat de Scott Burroughsen Limba Engleză Paperback – 9 aug 2011 – vârsta până la 9 ani
În familia The Video Game Bandit de Franklin W. Dixon, dar cu o temă actuală și sportivă: competiția și fair-play-ul în cadrul unei curse locale, descoperim în The Bicycle Thief o nouă aventură plină de suspans pentru cititorii mici. Observăm cum frații Frank și Joe Hardy, personaje emblematice ale literaturii polițiste pentru copii, se confruntă cu o situație frustrantă: în mijlocul cursei Junior Bike Race, bicicleta lui Frank dispare după ce acesta suferă o pană de cauciuc. Credem că acest volum reușește să capteze atenția prin ritmul alert și prin structura de tip „mister la scară mică”, unde orice personaj, de la bătăușul școlii până la cățelușul Lucy, poate deveni un suspect.
Spre deosebire de mizele mai mari din Secret of the Red Arrow, unde frații se luptă cu bande de infractori, sau atmosfera supranaturală din The Pirate Ghost, acest volum se ancorează în viața cotidiană a copiilor. Stilul narativ este simplu, în limba engleză, fiind ideal pentru micii detectivi care încep să citească independent. Ilustrațiile alb-negru realizate de Scott Burroughs nu sunt doar decorative, ci ajută la vizualizarea indiciilor, menținând un ton cald și accesibil. Este o lectură care pune accent pe logică și pe faptul că aparențele pot înșela, o temă recurentă în opera semnată Franklin W. Dixon, dar prezentată aici într-un format prietenos de aproximativ 100 de pagini.
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Specificații
ISBN-10: 1416993967
Pagini: 96
Ilustrații: f-c cvr - no SFX; gloss; b&w int. ill.
Dimensiuni: 134 x 193 x 7 mm
Greutate: 0.07 kg
Ediția:Original.
Editura: ALADDIN PAPERBACKS
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De ce să citești această carte
Recomandăm această carte părinților care doresc să încurajeze gândirea logică și abilitățile de deducție ale copiilor de 6-9 ani. Prin participarea activă la rezolvarea misterului dispariției bicicletei, micii cititori învață importanța perseverenței și a analizei corecte a faptelor. Este o poartă excelentă către literatura polițistă, oferind satisfacția rezolvării unui caz alături de cei mai faimoși frați detectivi.
Despre autor
Franklin W. Dixon este celebrul pseudonim colectiv sub care au fost publicate aventurile seriei The Hardy Boys. Creat inițial de Edward Stratemeyer, personajele au fost aduse la viață de diverși scriitori, cel mai notabil fiind canadianul Charles Leslie McFarlane. De aproape un secol, acest nume a devenit sinonim cu literatura de mister pentru tineret, adaptându-se constant noilor generații. În formatul actual Hardy Boys Clue Book, autorii moderni păstrează spiritul analitic al lui Frank și Joe, adaptând complexitatea cazurilor pentru un public mai tânăr, dornic de interactivitate.
Descriere scurtă
Bayport's leading bully, Adam Ackerman, seems to be the prime suspect. But when he proves that he wasn't the bicycle thief, everyone turns out to be a potential culprit--even Mr. Mack's dog, Lucy! Can Frank and Joe crack the case and bring Frank's bicycle home?
Notă biografică
Scott Burroughs started his career at Disney and has illustrated everything from children’s books to advertisements and editorials. He is also the published author of several children’s books. He lives in Denver, Colorado, with his wife and sons.
Extras
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And They’re Off!
The crowd was cheering so loudly, Joe could barely hear the announcer. It didn’t matter. He knew when the announcer called his name, because the crowd started screaming, “Joe! Joe! Joe!”
Joe stuck one hand up in the air and waved to the hundreds of people who lined the streets of Bayport for the annual Junior Bike Rally. Frank did the same when his name was called. They were next to each other on the starting line. On either side of them were a dozen other kids they knew. Chet Morton and his sister Iola were on their left. On their right was Phil Cohen, Bayport Elementary’s resident tech expert. But Frank and Joe ignored them all. They each knew that the biggest challenge would come from the other.
This was going to be a tough race. The track led all around town. They would ride on roads and on dirt paths through the woods. Although the roads had been closed for the race, none of the racers knew the exact route they would take. Instead, they would have to look for little blue flags that would mark the path. This was going to be a challenge—and Frank and Joe were ready for it!
“Ready, little brother?” Frank asked.
Joe stuck out his tongue. He hated being called “little” anything. Especially since he was almost as tall as Frank (though he was a year younger).
Before Joe could respond, the race judge stepped out onto the track. The crowd grew quiet.
“On your mark!” the judge yelled. He pulled a white-and-black checkerboard handkerchief from his pocket. The racers readied themselves on their bikes.
“Get set!” He held the handkerchief high up in the air. All the racers stood up a little on their pedals, to give themselves an added push.
“Go!” the judge screamed. The crowd screamed with him. The noise was deafening. But the racers didn’t notice. They had only one thing on their minds: winning.
“And they’re off!” yelled the announcer.
Most of the racers stuck together at the start. They were a tight pack of bicycles, so close together that every turn threatened to knock the riders into one another. A few of the boys pulled ahead. Frank and Joe weren’t worried about them. This was a long race. It required patience. Starting in first place didn’t mean ending there. They stayed in the pack. Frank and Joe raced past the town hall, Bayport Elementary School, and even their own house. All along the streets of Bayport, people cheered as the racers rode by.
At the second mile, they came to the first difficult part of the race: a few hills right in a row. Joe and Frank made their way up and down the slopes, pedaling a little faster to get up those hills. All was fine until one of the racers in front of them missed a turn and crashed right in front of them!
Frank and Joe both pulled back on their handlebars and swerved just in time, right before they caused a bike pileup! Joe looked back to see if the other rider needed help, but someone was already on the way to help.
The race continued, with one fewer racer. The sun was hot and bright. The wind threw dirt from the road into their faces. But they kept going. They were already at the halfway mark. Now it was time to kick it into high gear.
Slowly Frank and Joe pulled ahead. They left the pack of racers behind. One by one they passed the kids who had been out front. Soon it was as if they were the only people in the race. No one could touch them. Pedals flying, feet pumping, they raced in silence. The only sounds they made were their heavy breathing, or the occasional “Ooph!” as one of them hit a dip in the road.
They were neck and neck as they came to the end of the race.
Joe managed to get the inside position. For half a mile the boys rode next to each other, so close that Frank could have scratched an itch on Joe’s hand. Ahead of them the finish line drew closer. Cheering crowds surrounded it on each side, waiting to see who would win, Frank or Joe Hardy.
POP!
Suddenly there was a loud explosion, like a balloon breaking.
“AAAAHHHHHHH!” Frank screamed.
Joe looked ahead of him. There was the finish line. He looked back. Frank was gone. Joe stopped. The voices of the crowd faded. The finish line disappeared. The course behind them was the dirt path that led from the Hardy house down through Bayport Park, which was just outside downtown Bayport. But there was still no sign of Frank.
“Frank? Where are you?” Joe yelled.
“Over here,” came a weak voice.