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Sometimes funny, always creepy, genuinely moving, this marvellous spine-chiller will appeal to readers from nine to ninety. His diverse catalogue of books includes the novel The Graveyard Book , winner of the Carnegie Medal and Booktrust Teenage Prize , Stardust now a major feature film , the bestselling novel for young readers Coraline now a major 3D-animated film , and the picture book The Wolves in the Walls , which was shortlisted for the Kate Greenaway Medal. Chris Riddell is a much loved illustrator and acclaimed political cartoonist. Toggle navigation. New to eBooks. How many copies would you like to download?
There is something strange about Coraline's new home. It's not the mist, or the cat that always seems to be watching her, nor the signs of danger that Miss Spink and Miss Forcible, her new neighbours, read in the tea leaves.
It's the other house - the one behind the old door in the drawing room. Another mother and father with black-button eyes and papery skin are waiting for Coraline to join them there. And they want her to stay with them.
She knows that if she ventures through that door, she may never come back. Sometimes funny, always creepy, genuinely moving, this marvellous spine-chiller will appeal to readers from nine to ninety. Children For Ages: English Number Of Pages: Bloomsbury Publishing Country of Publication: GB Edition Number: When they turned the house into flats, they simply bricked it up. The other side is the empty flat on the other side of the house, the one that's still for sale. Her mother shrugged. It was nearly dark outside now, and the rain was still coming down, pattering against the windows and blurring the lights of the cars in the street outside.
Coraline's father stopped working and made them all dinner. Coraline was disgusted. Coraline sighed. Then she went to the freezer and got out some microwave chips and a microwave minipizza. That night, Coraline lay awake in her bed.
The rain had stopped, and she was almost asleep when something wentt-t-t-t-t-t. She sat up in bed. Something went kreeee She walked down the hall. Coraline wondered if she'd dreamed it, whatever it was. Something moved. It was little more than a shadow, and it scuttled down the darkened hall fast, like a little patch of night.
She hoped it wasn't a spider. Spiders made Coraline intensely uncomfortable.
The black shape went into the drawing room, and Coraline followed it a little nervously. The room was dark. The only light came from the hall, and Coraline, who was standing in the doorway, cast a huge and distorted shadow onto the drawing room carpet—she looked like a thin giant woman. Coraline was just wondering whether or not she ought to turn on the lights when she saw the black shape edge slowly out from beneath the sofa.
It paused, and then dashed silently across the carpet toward the farthest corner of the room. There was no furniture in that corner of the room. Coraline turned on the light.
Nothing but the old door that opened onto the brick wall. She was sure that her mother had shut the door, but now it was ever so slightly open. Just a crack. Coraline went over to it and looked in. There was nothing there—just a wall, built of red bricks. Coraline closed the old wooden door, turned out the light, and went to bed. She dreamed of black shapes that slid from place to place, avoiding the light, until they were all gathered together under the moon.
Little black shapes with little red eyes and sharp yellow teeth. They started to sing, We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall.
Their voices were high and whispering and slightly whiney. They made Coraline feel uncomfortable. Then Coraline dreamed a few commercials, and after that she dreamed of nothing at all. The next day it had stopped raining, but a thick white fog had lowered over the house. She went out.
Miss Spink was walking her dogs. When we trod the boards. She looked like a large, fluffy egg. She wore thick glasses that made her eyes seem huge. Then she tugged the dogs to heel and waddled off back toward the house. Coraline continued her walk. She was three quarters of the way around the house when she saw Miss Forcible, standing at the door to the flat she shared with Miss Spink. She always kept in sight of the house.
After about ten minutes of walking she found herself back where she had started. The hair over her eyes was limp and wet, and her face felt damp. She could hardly see the old man through the mist.
He walked down the steps on the outside of the house that led up past Coraline's front door to the door of his flat. He walked down very slowly. Coraline waited at the bottom of the stairs.
The old man leaned down, so close that the bottoms of his mustache tickled Coraline's ear. Coraline didn't know what to say. Don't go through the door.
The old man shrugged. They get things wrong. They got your name wrong, you know. They kept saying Coraline. Not Caroline at all. Coraline went indoors. Her mother was working in her study. Her mother's study smelled of flowers.
Coraline tried drawing the mist. After ten minutes of drawing she still had a white sheet of paper with MT S I —written on it in one corner in slightly wiggly letters. She grunted and passed it to her mother. Coraline crept into the drawing room and tried to open the old door in the corner. It was locked once more. She supposed her mother must have locked it again. She shrugged. Coraline went to see her father. He had his back to the door as he typed.
Coraline shook her head. He still hadn't turned around to look at her. She went downstairs. She rang the door of Miss Spink and Miss Forcible's flat.
Coraline could hear a frenzied woofing as the Scottie dogs ran out into the hall. After a while Miss Spink opened the door. It's only Caroline. Come in, dear. Would you like a cup of tea? Miss Spink led her into a dusty little room, which she called the parlor. On the walls were black-and-white photographs of pretty women, and theater programs in frames.
Miss Forcible was sitting in one of the armchairs, knitting hard. They poured Coraline a cup of tea in a little pink bone china cup, with a saucer. They gave her a dry Garibaldi biscuit to go with it.
Miss Forcible looked at Miss Spink, picked up her knitting, and took a deep breath. As I was saying: Lady Bracknell. Character parts. They can't retire you from the stage. Coraline wondered if they'd forgotten she was there. They weren't making much sense; she decided they were having an argument as old and comfortable as an armchair, the kind of argument that no one ever really wins or loses but which can go on forever, if both parties are willing.
She sipped her tea. I'll read your future.
Miss Spink peered shortsightedly at the black tea leaves in the bottom. She pursed her lips. Stop scaring the girl. Your eyes are going. Pass me that cup, child. Miss Forcible looked into it carefully, shook her head, and looked into it again. Sheis in danger. Misses Spink and Forcible stared at her blankly. Not really. They're good for general, but not for specifics. Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she had met made any sense.
She sometimes wondered who they thought they were talking to. She got up from the armchair and went over to the fireplace. On the mantelpiece was a small jar, and Miss Spink took off the top of the jar and began to pull things out of it. There was a tiny china duck, a thimble, a strange little brass coin, two paper clips and a stone with a hole in it.
She passed Coraline the stone with a hole in it. The hole went all the way through the middle of the stone. She held it up to the window and looked through it. The mist hung like blindness around the house. Critically acclaimed and award-winning author Neil Gaiman will delight readers with his first novel for all ages. It has the delicate horror of the finest fairy tales, and it is a masterpiece. It is the most splendidly original, weird, and frightening book I have read, and yet full of things children will love.
The magical elements are surprising and new, and the evil that she has to fight is disturbing in ways that matter. Readers young and old will find something to startle them.
Gaiman actually seems to understand the way children think. Beware those button eyes!