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About Pippi In The South Seas
Product Description When Pippi’s father, the king, sends for her, she decides to take her best friends Tommy and Annika with her to Kurrekurredutt Island. The island is fantastic and Pippi has one crazy adventure after another! Pippi is even made a princess---Princess Pippilotta. But will Pippi and her friends really want to live on the island forever, never to return to Villa Villekulla? "Any reappearance of the irrepressible Pippi Longstocking is cause for celebration. This installment is no exception." - The New York Times About the Author Astrid Lindgren (1907–2002) was born in Sweden. After college, she worked in a newspaper office and a Swedish publishing house. Her most famous and beloved book, Pippi Longstocking, was originally published in Swedish in 1950 and was later translated into many other languages. It was followed by two sequels, Pippi Goes on Board and Pippi in the South Seas. Ms. Lindgren had a long, prolific career, writing more than 100 picture books, poems, short stories, plays, screenplays, and novels. In 1958, she won the Hans Christian Andersen Medal, the highest international award in children’s literature. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 Pippi Still Lives in Villa Villekulla The tiny little town looked very neat and friendly with its cobbled streets and its low houses surrounded by their flower beds. Everyone who went there was sure to think it must be a very calm and restful place to live. But there weren’t many interesting sights worth seeing in the town. Apart from two: a local museum and an old burial mound. That was all. Well, there was one more thing. The people of the little town had very helpfully put up signs for anyone who wanted to see these special things. to the local history museum it said in large letters on one sign, with an arrow underneath. to the burial mound it said on another sign. There was one more sign. And it said: That sign had only just been put up. You see, quite a lot of people who had come to visit recently had asked the way to Villa Villekulla—-much more often, in fact, than the way to the local history museum or the burial mound. One beautiful summer’s day a man came driving into town. He lived in a far bigger town and that is why he had the idea that he was better and more important than the people in the tiny little town. And as if that wasn’t enough, he also owned a very smart car and looked like a thoroughly splendid gentleman with his shiny shoes and a thick gold ring on his finger. So perhaps it wasn’t surprising that he believed he was somebody terribly posh and distinguished. He sounded his horn loudly as he drove through the streets of the little town, so that people would notice him coming. When that fine gent noticed the signs his mouth widened into a broad grin. “To the Local History Museum. Must be my lucky day,” he said to himself. “I’ll be sure to give that a miss. To the Burial Mound,” he read on another sign. “It gets better and better, I see.” “But what kind of nonsense is that?” he said, when he saw the third sign. “To Villa Villekulla . . . what a name!” He considered it for a while. A house could hardly be the kind of sight worth seeing like a local history museum or a grave mound. The sign must have been put there for a different reason, he thought. Finally he came up with a good explanation. Of course, the house was for sale. The sign had been put up for people who wanted to buy the house, to show them the way. The fine gent had been thinking for some time that he would like to find a house in some little town or other where there wasn’t as much hustle and bustle as in the big town. He wouldn’t live here all the time, naturally, but he would come and stay for a rest now and then. And in a small town it would be much more obvious that he was a particularly fine and distinguished person. He decided to drive on and take a look at Villa Villekulla right away. All he had to do was follow the direction of the arr
