英語は難しくなく、でもホラー小説の部類に入るので
けっこう引き込まれる。
多読を始めた人、かつ英語力にまだ不安がある人が
字数を伸ばすのに最適。
読んで損することはない。おススメ。
購入オプション
紙の本の価格: | ¥1,097 |
割引: | ¥ 297 (27%) |
| |
Kindle 価格: | ¥800 (税込) |
獲得ポイント: | 8ポイント (1%) |

無料のKindleアプリをダウンロードして、スマートフォン、タブレット、またはコンピューターで今すぐKindle本を読むことができます。Kindleデバイスは必要ありません 。詳細はこちら
Kindle Cloud Readerを使い、ブラウザですぐに読むことができます。
携帯電話のカメラを使用する - 以下のコードをスキャンし、Kindleアプリをダウンロードしてください。
Fuzzy Mud (English Edition) Kindle版
From the author of the acclaimed bestseller Holes, winner of the Newbery Award and the National Book Award, comes a New York Times bestselling adventure about the impact we have—both good and bad—on the world we live in.
Be careful. Your next step may be your last.
Fifth grader Tamaya Dhilwaddi and seventh grader Marshall Walsh have been walking to and from Woodridge Academy together since elementary school. But their routine is disrupted when bully Chad Hilligas challenges Marshall to a fight. To avoid the conflict, Marshall takes a shortcut home through the off-limits woods. Tamaya, unaware of the reason for the detour, reluctantly follows. They soon get lost. And then they find trouble. Bigger trouble than anyone could ever have imagined.
In the days and weeks that follow, the authorities and the U.S. Senate become involved, and what they uncover might affect the future of the world.
"Sachar blends elements of mystery, suspense, and school-day life into a taut environmental cautionary tale."--Publishers Weekly
Be careful. Your next step may be your last.
Fifth grader Tamaya Dhilwaddi and seventh grader Marshall Walsh have been walking to and from Woodridge Academy together since elementary school. But their routine is disrupted when bully Chad Hilligas challenges Marshall to a fight. To avoid the conflict, Marshall takes a shortcut home through the off-limits woods. Tamaya, unaware of the reason for the detour, reluctantly follows. They soon get lost. And then they find trouble. Bigger trouble than anyone could ever have imagined.
In the days and weeks that follow, the authorities and the U.S. Senate become involved, and what they uncover might affect the future of the world.
"Sachar blends elements of mystery, suspense, and school-day life into a taut environmental cautionary tale."--Publishers Weekly
商品の説明
著者について
Louis Sachar lives in Austin, Texas, where he writes his novels and plays quite a lot of bridge. His novel Holes has sold over 1.5 million copies in the Bloomsbury edition alone and Louis is the recipient of many of the world's most well-regarded book prizes, including the National Book Award and the Newbery Award. --このテキストは、絶版本またはこのタイトルには設定されていない版型に関連付けられています。
レビュー
A New York Times Bestseller
Winner of the Georgia Children's Award and the Buckeye Children's Teen Book Award (Ohio)
"Grounded in well-rounded central characters, this compelling novel holds as much suspense as fuel for discussion.”—Booklist, Starred
"Fast-paced. An exciting story of school life, and bullies that becomes a quick meditation on the promise and dangers of modern science."—Kirkus Reviews
"This engaging eco-cautionary tale... will captivate readers while giving them plenty to think about."—School Library Journal
". . . vintage Sachar for the way it brings big ideas to everyday drama."—The Horn Book
"Sachar blends elements of mystery, suspense, and school-day life into a taut environmental cautionary tale."—Publishers Weekly
"An engrossing plot . . .a most entertaining ride . . . .Readers will devour this delightful book just as they did with HOLES. A unique story that keeps readers on their toes."—VOYA
"Sachar is a master at compact and unintimidating plotting; the school story unfolds with swift authenticity in its own right and then becomes tautly suspenseful."—The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
". . .lively narrative . . . snappy dialogue and plenty of action."—Shelf Awareness
--このテキストは、hardcover版に関連付けられています。
Winner of the Georgia Children's Award and the Buckeye Children's Teen Book Award (Ohio)
"Grounded in well-rounded central characters, this compelling novel holds as much suspense as fuel for discussion.”—Booklist, Starred
"Fast-paced. An exciting story of school life, and bullies that becomes a quick meditation on the promise and dangers of modern science."—Kirkus Reviews
"This engaging eco-cautionary tale... will captivate readers while giving them plenty to think about."—School Library Journal
". . . vintage Sachar for the way it brings big ideas to everyday drama."—The Horn Book
"Sachar blends elements of mystery, suspense, and school-day life into a taut environmental cautionary tale."—Publishers Weekly
"An engrossing plot . . .a most entertaining ride . . . .Readers will devour this delightful book just as they did with HOLES. A unique story that keeps readers on their toes."—VOYA
"Sachar is a master at compact and unintimidating plotting; the school story unfolds with swift authenticity in its own right and then becomes tautly suspenseful."—The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
". . .lively narrative . . . snappy dialogue and plenty of action."—Shelf Awareness
--このテキストは、hardcover版に関連付けられています。
抜粋
1
Tuesday, November 2
11:55 a.m.
Woodridge Academy, a private school in Heath Cliff, Pennsylvania, had once been the home of William Heath, after whom the town had been named. Nearly three hundred students now attended school in the four-story, black-and-brown stone building where William Heath had lived from 1891 to 1917, with only his wife and three daughters.
Tamaya Dhilwaddi’s fifth-grade classroom on the fourth floor had been the youngest daughter’s bedroom. The kindergarten area had once been the stables.
The lunchroom used to be a grand ballroom, where elegantly dressed couples had sipped champagne and danced to a live orchestra. Crystal chandeliers still hung from the ceiling, but these days the room permanently smelled of stale macaroni and cheese. Two hundred and eighty-nine kids, ages five to fourteen, crammed their mouths with Cheetos, made jokes about boogers, spilled milk, and shrieked for no apparent reason.
Tamaya didn’t shriek, but she did gasp very quietly as she covered her mouth with her hand.
“He’s got this superlong beard,” a boy was saying, “splotched all over with blood.”
“And no teeth,” another boy added.
They were boys from the upper grades. Tamaya felt excited just talking to them, although, so far, she had been too nervous to actually say anything. She was sitting in the middle of a long table, eating lunch with her friends Monica, Hope, and Summer. One of the older boys’ legs was only inches away from hers.
“The guy can’t chew his own food,” said the first boy. “So his dogs have to chew it up for him. Then they spit it out, and then he eats it.”
“That is so disgusting!” exclaimed Monica, but from the way her eyes shone when she said it, Tamaya could tell that her best friend was just as excited as she was to have the attention of the older boys.
The boys had been telling the girls about a deranged hermit who lived in the woods. Tamaya didn’t believe half of what they said. She knew boys liked to show off. Still, it was fun to let herself get caught up in it.
“Except they’re not really dogs,” said the boy sitting next to Tamaya. “They’re more like wolves! Big and black, with giant fangs and glowing red eyes.”
Tamaya shuddered.
Woodridge Academy was surrounded by miles of woods and rocky hills. Tamaya walked to school every morning with Marshall Walsh, a seventh-grade boy who lived three houses down from her and on the other side of their tree-lined street. Their walk was almost two miles long, but it would have been a lot shorter if they hadn’t had to circle around the woods.
“So what does he eat?” asked Summer.
The boy next to Tamaya shrugged. “Whatever his wolves bring him,” he said. “Squirrels, rats, people. He doesn’t care, just so long as it’s food!”
The boy took a big bite of his tuna fish sandwich, then imitated the hermit by curling his lips so that it looked like he didn’t have any teeth. He opened and closed his mouth in an exaggerated manner, showing Tamaya his partially chewed food.
“You are so gross!” exclaimed Summer from the other side of Tamaya.
All the boys laughed.
Summer was the prettiest of Tamaya’s friends, with straw-colored hair and sky-blue eyes. Tamaya figured that was probably the reason the boys were talking to them in the first place. Boys were always acting silly around Summer.
Tamaya had dark eyes and dark hair that hung only halfway down her neck. It used to be a lot longer, but three days before school started, while she was still in Philadelphia with her dad, she made the drastic decision to chop it off. Her dad took her to a very posh hair salon that he probably couldn’t afford. As soon as she got it cut, she was filled with regret, but when she got back to Heath Cliff, her friends all told her how mature and sophisticated she looked.
Her parents were divorced. She spent most of the summer with her dad, and one weekend each month during the school year. Philadelphia was on the opposite end of the state, three hundred miles away. When she returned home to Heath Cliff, she always had the feeling that she’d missed something important while she’d been gone. It might have been nothing more than an inside joke that her friends all laughed at, but she always felt a little left out, and it took her a while to get back into the groove.
“He came this close to eating me,” said one of the boys, a tough-looking kid with short black hair and a square face. “A wolf snapped at my leg just as I was climbing back over the fence.”
The boy stood on top of the bench and showed the girls his pant leg for proof. It was covered in dirt, and Tamaya could see a small hole just above his sneaker, but that could have come from anything. Besides, she thought, if he’d been running away from the wolf, then the hole would have been in the back of his pants, not the front.
The boy stared down at her. He had blue, steel-like eyes, and Tamaya got the feeling that he could read her mind and was daring her to say something.
She swallowed, then said, “You’re not really allowed in the woods.”
The boy laughed, and then the other boys laughed too.
“What are you going to do?” he challenged. “Tell Mrs. Thaxton?”
She felt her face redden. “No.”
“Don’t listen to her,” said Hope. “Tamaya’s a real Goody Two-shoes.”
The words stung. Just a few seconds earlier, she had been feeling so cool, talking with the older boys. Now they were all looking at her as if she were some kind of freak.
She tried making a joke out of it. “I guess I’ll only wear one shoe from now on.”
Nobody laughed.
“You are kind of a goody-goody,” said Monica.
Tamaya bit her lip. She didn’t get why what she had said had been so wrong. After all, Monica and Summer had just called the boys disgusting and gross, but somehow that was okay. If anything, the boys seemed proud that the girls thought they were disgusting and gross.
When did the rules change? she wondered. When did it become bad to be good?
Across the lunchroom, Marshall Walsh sat amid a bunch of kids, all laughing and talking loudly. On one side of Marshall sat one group. On his other side sat a different group. Between these two groups, Marshall silently ate alone.
2
SunRay Farm
In a secluded valley thirty-three miles northwest of Woodridge Academy was SunRay Farm. You wouldn’t know it was a farm if you saw it. There were no animals, no green pastures, and no crops--at least, none that grew big enough for anyone to see with the naked eye.
Instead, what you would see--if you made it past the armed guards, past the electric fence topped with barbed wire, past the alarms and security cameras--would be rows and rows of giant storage tanks. You also wouldn’t be able to see the network of tunnels and underground pipes connecting the storage tanks to the main laboratory, also underground.
Hardly anyone in Heath Cliff knew about SunRay Farm, and certainly not Tamaya or her friends. Those who had heard of it had only vague ideas about what was going on there. They might have heard of Biolene but probably didn’t know exactly what it was.
A little more than a year before--that is, about a year before Tamaya Dhilwaddi cut her hair and started the fifth grade--the United States Senate Committee on Energy and the Environment held a series of secret hearings regarding SunRay Farm and Biolene.
The following testimony is excerpted from that inquiry:
SENATOR WRIGHT: You worked at SunRay Farm for two years before being fired, is that correct?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: No, that is not correct. They never fired me.
SENATOR WRIGHT: I’m sorry. I’d been informed--
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Well, they may have tried to fire me, but I’d already quit. I just hadn’t told anyone yet.
SENATOR WRIGHT: I see.
SENATOR FOOTE: But you no longer work there?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: I couldn’t be in the same room with Fitzy a minute longer! The man’s crazy. And when I say crazy, I mean one hundred percent bananas.
SENATOR WRIGHT: Are you referring to Jonathan Fitzman, the inventor of Biolene?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Everyone thinks he’s some kind of genius, but who did all the work? Me, that’s who! Or at least, I would have, if he had let me. He’d pace around the lab, muttering to himself, his arms flailing. It was impossible for the rest of us to concentrate. He’d sing songs! And if you asked him to stop, he’d look at you like you were the one who was crazy! He wouldn’t even know he was singing. And then, out of the blue, he’d slap the side of his head and shout, “No, no, no!” And suddenly I’d have to stop everything I’d been working on and start all over again.
SENATOR WRIGHT: Yes, we’ve heard that Mr. Fitzman can be a bit . . . eccentric.
SENATOR FOOTE: Which is one reason why we are concerned about Biolene. Is it truly a viable alternative to gasoline?
SENATOR WRIGHT: This country needs clean energy, but is it safe?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Clean energy? Is that what they’re calling it? There’s nothing clean about it. It’s an abomination of nature! You want to know what they’re doing at SunRay Farm? You really want to know? Because I know. I know!
SENATOR FOOTE: Yes, we want to know. That’s why you’ve been called before this committee, Mr. Humbard.
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Doctor.
SENATOR FOOTE: Excuse me?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: It’s “Dr. Humbard,” not “Mr. Humbard.” I have a PhD in microbiology.
SENATOR WRIGHT: Our apologies. Tell us, please, Dr. Humbard, what are they doing at SunRay Farm that you find so abominable?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: They have created a new form of life, never seen before.
SENATOR WRIGHT: A kind of high-energy bacteria, as I understand it. To be used as fuel.
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Not bacteria. Slime mold. People always confuse the two. Both are microscopic, but they are really quite different. We began with simple slime mold, but Fitzy altered its DNA to create something new: a single-celled living creature that is totally unnatural to this planet. SunRay Farm is now growing these man-made microorganisms--these tiny Frankensteins--so that they can burn them alive inside automobile engines.
SENATOR FOOTE: Burn them alive? Don’t you think that’s a bit strong, Dr. Humbard? We’re talking about microbes here. After all, every time I wash my hands or brush my teeth, I kill hundreds of thousands of bacteria.
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Just because they’re small doesn’t mean their lives aren’t worthwhile. SunRay Farm is creating life for the sole purpose of destroying it.
SENATOR WRIGHT: But isn’t that what all farmers do? --このテキストは、hardcover版に関連付けられています。
Tuesday, November 2
11:55 a.m.
Woodridge Academy, a private school in Heath Cliff, Pennsylvania, had once been the home of William Heath, after whom the town had been named. Nearly three hundred students now attended school in the four-story, black-and-brown stone building where William Heath had lived from 1891 to 1917, with only his wife and three daughters.
Tamaya Dhilwaddi’s fifth-grade classroom on the fourth floor had been the youngest daughter’s bedroom. The kindergarten area had once been the stables.
The lunchroom used to be a grand ballroom, where elegantly dressed couples had sipped champagne and danced to a live orchestra. Crystal chandeliers still hung from the ceiling, but these days the room permanently smelled of stale macaroni and cheese. Two hundred and eighty-nine kids, ages five to fourteen, crammed their mouths with Cheetos, made jokes about boogers, spilled milk, and shrieked for no apparent reason.
Tamaya didn’t shriek, but she did gasp very quietly as she covered her mouth with her hand.
“He’s got this superlong beard,” a boy was saying, “splotched all over with blood.”
“And no teeth,” another boy added.
They were boys from the upper grades. Tamaya felt excited just talking to them, although, so far, she had been too nervous to actually say anything. She was sitting in the middle of a long table, eating lunch with her friends Monica, Hope, and Summer. One of the older boys’ legs was only inches away from hers.
“The guy can’t chew his own food,” said the first boy. “So his dogs have to chew it up for him. Then they spit it out, and then he eats it.”
“That is so disgusting!” exclaimed Monica, but from the way her eyes shone when she said it, Tamaya could tell that her best friend was just as excited as she was to have the attention of the older boys.
The boys had been telling the girls about a deranged hermit who lived in the woods. Tamaya didn’t believe half of what they said. She knew boys liked to show off. Still, it was fun to let herself get caught up in it.
“Except they’re not really dogs,” said the boy sitting next to Tamaya. “They’re more like wolves! Big and black, with giant fangs and glowing red eyes.”
Tamaya shuddered.
Woodridge Academy was surrounded by miles of woods and rocky hills. Tamaya walked to school every morning with Marshall Walsh, a seventh-grade boy who lived three houses down from her and on the other side of their tree-lined street. Their walk was almost two miles long, but it would have been a lot shorter if they hadn’t had to circle around the woods.
“So what does he eat?” asked Summer.
The boy next to Tamaya shrugged. “Whatever his wolves bring him,” he said. “Squirrels, rats, people. He doesn’t care, just so long as it’s food!”
The boy took a big bite of his tuna fish sandwich, then imitated the hermit by curling his lips so that it looked like he didn’t have any teeth. He opened and closed his mouth in an exaggerated manner, showing Tamaya his partially chewed food.
“You are so gross!” exclaimed Summer from the other side of Tamaya.
All the boys laughed.
Summer was the prettiest of Tamaya’s friends, with straw-colored hair and sky-blue eyes. Tamaya figured that was probably the reason the boys were talking to them in the first place. Boys were always acting silly around Summer.
Tamaya had dark eyes and dark hair that hung only halfway down her neck. It used to be a lot longer, but three days before school started, while she was still in Philadelphia with her dad, she made the drastic decision to chop it off. Her dad took her to a very posh hair salon that he probably couldn’t afford. As soon as she got it cut, she was filled with regret, but when she got back to Heath Cliff, her friends all told her how mature and sophisticated she looked.
Her parents were divorced. She spent most of the summer with her dad, and one weekend each month during the school year. Philadelphia was on the opposite end of the state, three hundred miles away. When she returned home to Heath Cliff, she always had the feeling that she’d missed something important while she’d been gone. It might have been nothing more than an inside joke that her friends all laughed at, but she always felt a little left out, and it took her a while to get back into the groove.
“He came this close to eating me,” said one of the boys, a tough-looking kid with short black hair and a square face. “A wolf snapped at my leg just as I was climbing back over the fence.”
The boy stood on top of the bench and showed the girls his pant leg for proof. It was covered in dirt, and Tamaya could see a small hole just above his sneaker, but that could have come from anything. Besides, she thought, if he’d been running away from the wolf, then the hole would have been in the back of his pants, not the front.
The boy stared down at her. He had blue, steel-like eyes, and Tamaya got the feeling that he could read her mind and was daring her to say something.
She swallowed, then said, “You’re not really allowed in the woods.”
The boy laughed, and then the other boys laughed too.
“What are you going to do?” he challenged. “Tell Mrs. Thaxton?”
She felt her face redden. “No.”
“Don’t listen to her,” said Hope. “Tamaya’s a real Goody Two-shoes.”
The words stung. Just a few seconds earlier, she had been feeling so cool, talking with the older boys. Now they were all looking at her as if she were some kind of freak.
She tried making a joke out of it. “I guess I’ll only wear one shoe from now on.”
Nobody laughed.
“You are kind of a goody-goody,” said Monica.
Tamaya bit her lip. She didn’t get why what she had said had been so wrong. After all, Monica and Summer had just called the boys disgusting and gross, but somehow that was okay. If anything, the boys seemed proud that the girls thought they were disgusting and gross.
When did the rules change? she wondered. When did it become bad to be good?
Across the lunchroom, Marshall Walsh sat amid a bunch of kids, all laughing and talking loudly. On one side of Marshall sat one group. On his other side sat a different group. Between these two groups, Marshall silently ate alone.
2
SunRay Farm
In a secluded valley thirty-three miles northwest of Woodridge Academy was SunRay Farm. You wouldn’t know it was a farm if you saw it. There were no animals, no green pastures, and no crops--at least, none that grew big enough for anyone to see with the naked eye.
Instead, what you would see--if you made it past the armed guards, past the electric fence topped with barbed wire, past the alarms and security cameras--would be rows and rows of giant storage tanks. You also wouldn’t be able to see the network of tunnels and underground pipes connecting the storage tanks to the main laboratory, also underground.
Hardly anyone in Heath Cliff knew about SunRay Farm, and certainly not Tamaya or her friends. Those who had heard of it had only vague ideas about what was going on there. They might have heard of Biolene but probably didn’t know exactly what it was.
A little more than a year before--that is, about a year before Tamaya Dhilwaddi cut her hair and started the fifth grade--the United States Senate Committee on Energy and the Environment held a series of secret hearings regarding SunRay Farm and Biolene.
The following testimony is excerpted from that inquiry:
SENATOR WRIGHT: You worked at SunRay Farm for two years before being fired, is that correct?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: No, that is not correct. They never fired me.
SENATOR WRIGHT: I’m sorry. I’d been informed--
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Well, they may have tried to fire me, but I’d already quit. I just hadn’t told anyone yet.
SENATOR WRIGHT: I see.
SENATOR FOOTE: But you no longer work there?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: I couldn’t be in the same room with Fitzy a minute longer! The man’s crazy. And when I say crazy, I mean one hundred percent bananas.
SENATOR WRIGHT: Are you referring to Jonathan Fitzman, the inventor of Biolene?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Everyone thinks he’s some kind of genius, but who did all the work? Me, that’s who! Or at least, I would have, if he had let me. He’d pace around the lab, muttering to himself, his arms flailing. It was impossible for the rest of us to concentrate. He’d sing songs! And if you asked him to stop, he’d look at you like you were the one who was crazy! He wouldn’t even know he was singing. And then, out of the blue, he’d slap the side of his head and shout, “No, no, no!” And suddenly I’d have to stop everything I’d been working on and start all over again.
SENATOR WRIGHT: Yes, we’ve heard that Mr. Fitzman can be a bit . . . eccentric.
SENATOR FOOTE: Which is one reason why we are concerned about Biolene. Is it truly a viable alternative to gasoline?
SENATOR WRIGHT: This country needs clean energy, but is it safe?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Clean energy? Is that what they’re calling it? There’s nothing clean about it. It’s an abomination of nature! You want to know what they’re doing at SunRay Farm? You really want to know? Because I know. I know!
SENATOR FOOTE: Yes, we want to know. That’s why you’ve been called before this committee, Mr. Humbard.
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Doctor.
SENATOR FOOTE: Excuse me?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: It’s “Dr. Humbard,” not “Mr. Humbard.” I have a PhD in microbiology.
SENATOR WRIGHT: Our apologies. Tell us, please, Dr. Humbard, what are they doing at SunRay Farm that you find so abominable?
DR. MARC HUMBARD: They have created a new form of life, never seen before.
SENATOR WRIGHT: A kind of high-energy bacteria, as I understand it. To be used as fuel.
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Not bacteria. Slime mold. People always confuse the two. Both are microscopic, but they are really quite different. We began with simple slime mold, but Fitzy altered its DNA to create something new: a single-celled living creature that is totally unnatural to this planet. SunRay Farm is now growing these man-made microorganisms--these tiny Frankensteins--so that they can burn them alive inside automobile engines.
SENATOR FOOTE: Burn them alive? Don’t you think that’s a bit strong, Dr. Humbard? We’re talking about microbes here. After all, every time I wash my hands or brush my teeth, I kill hundreds of thousands of bacteria.
DR. MARC HUMBARD: Just because they’re small doesn’t mean their lives aren’t worthwhile. SunRay Farm is creating life for the sole purpose of destroying it.
SENATOR WRIGHT: But isn’t that what all farmers do? --このテキストは、hardcover版に関連付けられています。
登録情報
- ASIN : B00PEPO9AI
- 出版社 : Delacorte Press (2015/8/4)
- 発売日 : 2015/8/4
- 言語 : 英語
- ファイルサイズ : 23491 KB
- Text-to-Speech(テキスト読み上げ機能) : 有効
- X-Ray : 有効
- Word Wise : 有効
- 本の長さ : 191ページ
- Amazon 売れ筋ランキング: - 19,043位洋書 (の売れ筋ランキングを見る洋書)
- - 11位Nature
- - 12位Teens Horror
- - 16位Children's Bullies Issues Books
- カスタマーレビュー:
著者について
著者をフォローして、新作のアップデートや改善されたおすすめを入手してください。

著者の本をもっと発見したり、よく似た著者を見つけたり、著者のブログを読んだりしましょう
この本を読んだ購入者はこれも読んでいます
ページ: 1 / 1 最初に戻るページ: 1 / 1
カスタマーレビュー
5つ星のうち4.7
星5つ中の4.7
1,013 件のグローバル評価
評価はどのように計算されますか?
全体的な星の評価と星ごとの割合の内訳を計算するために、単純な平均は使用されません。その代わり、レビューの日時がどれだけ新しいかや、レビューアーがAmazonで商品を購入したかどうかなどが考慮されます。また、レビューを分析して信頼性が検証されます。
トップレビュー
上位レビュー、対象国: 日本
レビューのフィルタリング中に問題が発生しました。後でもう一度試してください。
2015年8月26日に日本でレビュー済み
ニューベリー賞を受賞し映画化もされたHolesは、シリアスな内容を含みながらもユーモアたっぷりの冒険ものである。だが、その作者による本書は、Holesとは異なるタイプで、どちらかというと、マイケル・クライトンが得意だったバイオハザードSFである。
主人公は小学校5年生の少女で、賢くて勇気がある。その少女が森で不気味な泥に遭遇するところから全米を震撼させる問題に発展するのだが、そこに学校でのイジメ問題や友情も絡んでくる。重い内容なのだが、展開はスピーディで、小学校高学年から中学生にはちょうどよい感じだ。特に、読者を子供扱いせずにしっかり怖がらせるところがいい。
あっという間に読みきれる本なので、多読用の洋書に飽きて、読みごたえがある作品を試したい大人の読者にもお薦め。
主人公は小学校5年生の少女で、賢くて勇気がある。その少女が森で不気味な泥に遭遇するところから全米を震撼させる問題に発展するのだが、そこに学校でのイジメ問題や友情も絡んでくる。重い内容なのだが、展開はスピーディで、小学校高学年から中学生にはちょうどよい感じだ。特に、読者を子供扱いせずにしっかり怖がらせるところがいい。
あっという間に読みきれる本なので、多読用の洋書に飽きて、読みごたえがある作品を試したい大人の読者にもお薦め。
2019年4月26日に日本でレビュー済み
以前読んだHolesの最後に3章分ぐらい載っていたので読んだのがきっかけ(日本の本も真似したらいいのに)。でもholesより短いのでこっちから読むのもいいかもしれません。
自分も子供のころは田舎に住んでいて何キロもあるいて学校に通っていました。で、しかも杉の山道を通る近道があって気分で友達と一緒通ったりしていました。なのでこの物語はまるで自分のために書かれたんじゃないかって錯覚するぐらい親近感を覚えました。
ホラー度が高いながらも、児童文学作家だからバッドエンドはないはず・・・と思いながらも最後までどうなってしまうかわからない展開が秀逸です。しかしルイスサッカーの子供の心理描写は職人技と言いたくなるぐらい秀逸ですね("so gross"と言いたくなるぐらい)。あと、邦訳は単に"泥"になってしまってfuzzyがどっかいってしまったのでなんかもったいないですね。いつか映像化あればみたい。ともかく次回作に期待です。
自分も子供のころは田舎に住んでいて何キロもあるいて学校に通っていました。で、しかも杉の山道を通る近道があって気分で友達と一緒通ったりしていました。なのでこの物語はまるで自分のために書かれたんじゃないかって錯覚するぐらい親近感を覚えました。
ホラー度が高いながらも、児童文学作家だからバッドエンドはないはず・・・と思いながらも最後までどうなってしまうかわからない展開が秀逸です。しかしルイスサッカーの子供の心理描写は職人技と言いたくなるぐらい秀逸ですね("so gross"と言いたくなるぐらい)。あと、邦訳は単に"泥"になってしまってfuzzyがどっかいってしまったのでなんかもったいないですね。いつか映像化あればみたい。ともかく次回作に期待です。
他の国からのトップレビュー

Cherub
5つ星のうち5.0
Another great tale!
2020年8月9日に英国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
What I love about this writing is how useful it is to explain how children can understand the class bully. The girl in the boy's bathroom and this book are a wonderful way for children and the class to explore theirs and other feelings. As a cricle time starter for relationships this book has many jumping off points.
A great story.
My one regret is that it was over too soon. The sign of great writing.
A great story.
My one regret is that it was over too soon. The sign of great writing.

oniony
5つ星のうち4.0
This is not as funny as most of his other books
2017年9月25日に英国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
This is not as funny as most of his other books: in fact its quite a bit darker in terms of topic. My children didn't care too much for the chapters detailing the inquest into the corporation in the book, but enjoyed the story of the children and their adventures in the woods.

Jason Miles-Wynter-Pink
5つ星のうち5.0
Just read it it's awsome
2021年3月30日に英国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
This is an awsome read. My daughter has laughed, cried and just absolutely loved this book. It's been a while since she's had a book she just wouldn't put down. It's great and pitched just right for her.


Jason Miles-Wynter-Pink
2021年3月30日に英国でレビュー済み
このレビューの画像


AvidReader2007
5つ星のうち5.0
AMAZING!!!
2020年4月25日に英国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
This book has to be one of the most AMAZING books I have ever read. If you are thinking about buying it do it because not all Louis Sachar books have to be funny. This one is maybe a bit more serious but I loved the little ominous sums telling how much the germs are spreading!!!!! Thank you Louis Sachar!
This book is probably suitable for kids aged 10-15 :) :) :)
This book is probably suitable for kids aged 10-15 :) :) :)

Amazon Customer
5つ星のうち4.0
not his best book :(
2020年7月17日に英国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
my absolute fave book by louis sachar is hands down someday angeline so make sure you read that one aswell !!!!! anyway i povwd his amazing book but it was a bitmore serious than most of os bok !!!!!! :)((((())))""