If you have watched the foreign film, whether it's the first or the second part, I suggest you forget it completely.

Almost three-quarters of it has nothing to do with the original story at all.

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Isn't the little girl in her seventh year approximately... not a beautiful young woman on the verge of getting married?

Nor does she work as a mermaid... and she has nothing to do with a commercial entertainment company at all. We don't know anything about her father and mother... and her sister is a small Alice.

The White Queen is not beautiful or delicate at all... on the contrary... and the Red Queen doesn't chop off anyone's head... although she says this a lot, and the White Queen also has a big head.

The Hatter's role in the story is very limited. It doesn't go beyond the idea of talking about time in a few beautiful lines. He doesn't lose his family, nor does he dance the strange dance.

Alice won't kill the dragon because there is no dragon in the first place! Nor will a huge dog bite her hand.

And she won't travel through time at all, nor is there a specific prophecy related to her.

The wise caterpillar doesn't have a specific name, and she won't accompany her on her adventures, nor will she ask her to go through the mirror. And the Red Queen is not that evil. She has a nice husband and is not a cruel guard.

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When I started reading this story, I was looking for a quiet, simple, philosophical read, far from the intense mental storm. But I never expected to find this beautiful amount of deep philosophical ideas.

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This story is not for children... it's not for entertainment, but for deep thinking and deducing a lot of philosophical ideas that are suitable for many topics.

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Oh child, everything has its own special wisdom, and you just have to find it."
- The Duchess

I can tell you about my adventures... starting from this morning, because there is no point in going back to yesterday, because I was a different person at that time.

If everyone wins, who will give out the prizes?

If you don't care where you're going, then all roads will lead there.

I asked myself a lot of questions. Why didn't I read it before? Why did I think it was a simple story that wouldn't take a long time to read or think about? Maybe because I saw the cartoon film before, but I really didn't pay attention to the many philosophical expressions it contains.

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And it's not just about the philosophical expressions, but also the high symbolism in the story, which gives each animal, plant, or person a special meaning. Australia, perhaps, may come to your mind in a certain way, and in a completely different way in someone else's mind.

Everything can be interpreted... every image... every expression... especially the talk about time... and the idea that the whole world is a huge chessboard.

Can you imagine this?

The most beautiful thing in the story is that you are as amazed as Alice, you are as surprised as her by the abundance of conversations and debates and the sudden turns of events. What surprises her surprises you too, and what seems difficult to understand to her confuses you too. And what she tries to do is to understand it, and you try to understand it too. She is small, and you are actually not big in the land of wonders.

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Lewis Carroll
You are really a legend.

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Oh, I remembered something now that I would like to add. In the first part of the foreign film, there is a scene of the Hatter remembering Alice when she was small, when she first came to the land of wonders at the age of seven. Then the events of the film took place in the first part as if she continued her adventures in the land of wonders when she was older.

But this does not prevent the second part of the film, Alice Through the Looking Glass, from having nothing to do with the second part of the story at all.

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The IT Engineer's Lad

What is it inside this vast internet, I inquired of the young lad. The computer expert promptly replied. "Why Ma'am, it's a complex web of servers and routers, along with seamless connections between computers that can never be fried."

What lies on those servers then, I further asked the young lad. The boy, now gazing up, replied. "Oh Ma'am, there are blogs and e-mail, and at night, there's porn and streams. There are also zombies and splatter and car chasing dreams. What wonders out there can be spied?"

Is your work very unbearable, I questioned the young lad. "Most times, Ma'am, it is," he replied. "From dawn to dusk, I'm constantly recovering files, re-booting software and driving for miles. My Master cannot be defied."

Do you like the internet, I asked the young lad. "When I'm on match.com I do," he replied. "It's my friend when it's dark and the pubs are too full. It's brilliant. Look good and you can't help but pull. There's many a time I have lied."

What then do you wish for, I asked the young lad. With a hint of yearning, he slowly replied. "I would love to be free to fly to Korea and make playing StarCraft my professional career, and never have to go outside."

I am indebted to The Little Chimney Sweep by Ernestine Northover.

Dreams are the wonderful figments of our minds, capable of creating the most extraordinary things.

In 1862, on a calm and warm sunny day, a little girl named Alice, just 7 years old, sat on the banks of the gentle River Thames with her older sister. She was bored as she watched her sibling read a book with no pictures, completely ignoring her.

As she was getting sleepy, out of nowhere, a nervous White Rabbit dashed by. Even though it was wearing clothes and spoke, looking at a watch and declaring it would be late for an important party, Alice didn't think it was that peculiar. Intrigued, she followed the rapid rabbit down a large hole and a long tunnel. Soon, she found a precipice and started falling and falling. The never-ending drop made the frightened girl believe that maybe, quite possibly, she would arrive on the other side of the world, perhaps in Australia.

Nevertheless, she landed safely in a pile of leaves. Unhurt, Alice found herself in a strange hall and saw a bottle that said "Drink me." The brave girl did so and became much too big for this land. She needed to get out to the beautiful place she could see through the door, which was too small for her. So, she shrank. This wouldn't be the last time her size would vary in her future adventures in this magical tale.

Alice met a plethora of mad characters. One of them matter-of-factly boasted, "We're all mad here." There was the Cheshire Cat with his always-grinning smile as he faded away and reappeared. The Queen of Hearts, the annoyed ruler, frequently shouted and proclaimed, "Off with their heads!" and had a curiouser and curiouser croquet match with real animals for equipment. The Mad Hatter had his perpetual tea party with the March Hare, who enjoyed puzzling Alice. The mellow Caterpillar liked sitting on top of a mushroom, smoking leisurely and showing scorn for the little girl's silly questions. There was also the Mock Turtle with a head that looked like a cow and was sad, and the ugly Duchess who sneezed because her maid overused pepper. Other weird souls also appeared in this enchanting book.

If you are the type of person who relishes the road less traveled, this book will be up your alley. It's a classic children's fable that has sold more than 100 million copies and is always a favorite. Adults can also be entrapped by it and benefit from the amusing satire of their foibles, which everyone has. That's what it means to be human.

I have nothing whatsoever to say about this book.

It seems that this book failed to capture my attention or spark any particular thoughts or emotions within me. Perhaps it was the writing style, the subject matter, or something else entirely.

Whatever the reason, I found myself unable to form any meaningful opinions or impressions. I simply read the words on the page without any real connection or engagement.

Maybe others will have a different experience with this book, but for me, it was a rather forgettable read. I can't recommend it, nor can I really say anything negative about it. It just exists, and that's about all I can say.

Yes, I’ve read the story of little Alice before. She travels to a magical world called Wonderland.

Although it‘s not my absolute favourite of its kind, it is very charming and imaginative. Lewis Carroll was one of the first to create such a unique world, so his book definitely deserves the title „classic“.

Just like a number of other books, this one now has an illustrated edition by MinaLima, the team behind all the props for the Harry Potter movies. Once again, it‘s a stunning book.

We follow little Alice down the rabbit hole (quite literally) and watch her change size. She gets invited or trapped in all kinds of nonsensical and even dangerous situations in a world where cats not only grin but also become invisible, and where games are much riskier than one would expect.

The characters of the Mad Hatter, Rabbit, Alice, the Red Queen, and all the others have forever left an imprint on the hearts and minds of millions of people.

And yes, this book contains both novels about Alice‘s adventures.

But let‘s focus not on the story for now, but on the art! As I have come to expect, there are „simple“ illustrations as well as interactive features and nice fold-outs.

I‘ll let the art speak for itself, but it‘s obvious how much care and attention to detail the artists put into their projects. It shows how much they themselves seem to love the classics they are transforming and bringing to life with vibrant colours and funny elements.

This is truly a wonderful version that deserves its place on my shelf alongside the other two I bought of this series.

I didn't anticipate having this on my reading list for the Victorian Literature module at university. However, I was delightfully surprised when I found out it was. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is truly strange. I mean, really, really strange.... But at the same time, it is charming and captivating. The creativity in this book reaches a whole new level, or perhaps you could say it's crazy... either way, I relished the journey.

The above quote is a prime example of the chaos and confusion that pervades the story. This isn't even an especially random moment.... it's just the norm. Labelled as children's literature, I'm not entirely sure how children would respond to it. The chaos confused me and took me quite some time to come to grips with. I had to read it slowly and really think about what was happening, as nothing can be assumed!

But just because it was more challenging didn't mean my enjoyment decreased. In fact, it was the chaotic nature and structure that engaged me the most. Part of that is the novelty of reading a story like this. Nevertheless, I truly enjoyed reading this book, and I'm very glad it was a compulsory read on my module reading list!

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“So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, thought she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality.”




4/5 STARS

I firmly believe that the downfall lies not only in Children's Literature as a comprehensive entity but also in our very perception of children and their minds. We consider it a transgression to challenge and confront their thoughts.

Children are initially shielded from their own culture, kept at a distance and safeguarded. Subsequently, they are abruptly thrust into a world that they have been informed is perilous and unappealing, and yet we anticipate that they will not flinch.

It has always been my principle that the finest literature for children is not a trivial matter, nor is it a simplification of the adult world or a more absurd perspective on life. Good Children's literature is among the most arduous to pen as one must engage, challenge, delight, and astonish a young mind without relying on stereotypes or life experiences.

Once we reach a certain age, the thought of a separation saddens us all. We possess a collection of knowledge and memories. The pain resurfaces. Children are not born with such understandings, so making them comprehend pain, fear, and loss is no easy feat. The education of children involves transforming an unpredictable and pleasure-seeking little being into a creature with a rational means to evaluate the world.

A child must be taught not to dread monsters but rather to be cautious of electrical outlets, layoffs, impoverished individuals, and lack of social acceptance. The former is terrifying in its own right, while the latter is due to complex, internal factors. I believe the genuine reason why culture often fears sexuality and violence in children is because they are such innate impulses. We are afraid to trigger them as we cannot control these little beings every moment.

Therefore, to write Children's Literature, an author must create something intricate and challenging, something that a child can ponder over without accidentally uncovering some dreadful aspect of the world that they are not yet equipped to handle. Carroll achieved this by basing his fantasies on complex, impersonal structures such as linguistics and mathematical theory. These elements possess all the ambiguity, uncertainty, and structure of the adult world without the messy, human components.

This is also the reason why the Alice stories fulfill another criterion I have for Children's Lit: that it should be just as captivating and rewarding for adults. There is no need to limit the depth of books for children as each reader will extract whatever they are capable of discerning. Fill an attic with treasures and a child who enters it may discover numerous things - place a single coin in a room and you ensure that the child will find it, but nothing more.

Of course, we must bear in mind that nothing we can write will ever be more peculiar or disturbing to a child than the unadulterated world that we have always failed to prepare them for. However, perhaps we can fail a little less and offer them Alice. Not all outlets are to be feared, contrary to what your parents might have taught you. In fact, some should be explored regularly, and if you dare, with a hint of joy.

I have a deep affection for children's books that are on the verge of being incoherent.

There is something about the randomness within them that vividly reminds me of my childhood days. Back then, I was small and didn't understand much of the world around me.

Yet, I would do my utmost to make sense of it all from my extremely limited point of view.

The story I just read was filled with such whimsy and wonder.

It was precisely what I required today.

It took me back to that innocent time when everything was a mystery waiting to be solved.

The randomness in the book was like a magical key that unlocked the door to my childhood memories.

It made me realize that sometimes, in the chaos and randomness, there lies a special kind of beauty and charm.

This children's book has once again proven to be a source of joy and inspiration for me.

I was observing a new friend's bookshelf and discovered that he, like me, has a penchant for children's books. He had read "Alice in Wonderland," which I had also read as a child. This led me to question: Did I truly enjoy that book back then? Was it simply given to me and the only option available? Did my mother select my books? And why were they always of a certain type, such as "Cinderella" and "The Wizard of Oz"? Why not "Robinson Crusoe" and "Treasure Island"?

I can't fathom liking these books now. I have little taste for fantasy, except perhaps Tolkien. However, this may be unfair as I haven't really explored beyond "Mockingjay," which I detested. I read it only because I was in a book group, not because I read everything they recommended. In fact, I disliked most of it.

Regarding "Alice in Wonderland," who cares about a girl who takes pills and grows larger or smaller? The song "White Rabbit" was good, but "Love Minus Zero" was an even better song. Maybe this book would have been more appealing if written by a hippie.

Speaking of which, I was never into taking drugs in the 60s or 70s. So, as for "Alice in Wonderland," I have no desire to read it again or even analyze why the hippies loved it, if they did. Still, I liked the hippies, those who returned to the land, that is, those who didn't spend all day stoned.

Back to my youth: I was an avid reader. I read labels, cereal boxes, billboards, and loved the Burma Shave signs along the highways. When I grew older, I would often try to see what strangers were reading and sometimes even ask. In college, I began collecting children's books because I hadn't read them as a child. "Wind in the Willow" was one I bought but never read. I wondered why my mother didn't take me to the library earlier and expose me to more children's books. I felt deprived of a rich literary environment.

Then, in my early teens, I discovered the section of books about mountain people. I have no idea what attracted me to this genre. There was a wonderful librarian who would lead me to these books when I asked. She introduced me to "The Shepherd of the Hills" and "The Trail of the Lonesome Pine." I also read books by Gene Stratton-Porter and about the Bald Knobbers. I even found "Tobacco Road" on my own, but my mother took it away, deeming it a dirty book.

Next, I delved into the Nancy Drew and Dana Sisters series, preferring the latter. I loved westerns and read many of them. I learned about outlaws like Jesse James and his connection to Paso Robles, where I lived. I also read a book about a sheriff or marshal named Jack Slader that I could never find again. Later, I became interested in non-fiction books, such as veterinarian medicine and memory improvement. I wanted to know everything.

This reminds me of an older man at the library who wanted to learn every word in the dictionary and become a millionaire. I thought about increasing my own vocabulary but found it boring. I also met a man who cleaned the park where the library was located. He showed me the hidden pond with mosquito fish, gave me some for my aquarium, and taught me about pine nuts and the tree name tags.

So, yes, my mother had to work to support us, and my older sister took care of us. I spent a lot of time outdoors, exploring the town, the library, the river, and the hills. I had fun trying on men's hats at the Mercantile with my friend Mary. But as for "Alice in Wonderland," I would never consider reading it again, even though I miss watching Disney World on Sunday nights. Now, I watch "The Walking Dead." How times have changed.

One of my favourite books from my childhood was [book title]. I remember vividly the first time I picked it up. The cover was so inviting, with its bright colours and interesting illustrations.

As I started reading, I was immediately drawn into the story. The characters were so well-developed and the plot was full of excitement and adventure. I would often find myself lost in the book for hours on end, completely forgetting about the world around me.

Even now, as an adult, I still adore this book. It holds a special place in my heart and always will.每当我重新翻开它，就仿佛回到了那个充满幻想和好奇的童年时代。It's truly a fantastic book that I would highly recommend to anyone, young or old.

The English say that in fact, not all of them are poets.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is a rare treasure trove of fairy tales and boundless human imaginations. For decades, it has been an endless source of joy and wonder for children and, of course, adults as well. While adults, by reading this book, try to figure out the secrets and mathematical codes used in the text, younger readers, without worry, follow Alice into the rabbit hole and experience its unique wonders in a strange land.

I read this book because I had to, and I also recommend it to you that you must read it.

Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass are two of the most amazingly different works that I am proud to have read.

Fortunately/Unfortunately, the Godridzm challenge has also been completed.

Having re-read this for the first time in years, it's truly remarkable. I was likely just thirteen or fourteen when I last delved into these books. Carroll's writing style is astonishingly contemporary. It seamlessly integrates with the modern literary landscape. Of course, some parts are clearly dated, but considering the novel was written in 1865, it feels remarkably modern for the most part. Carroll's talent for infusing his sense of humor into his works is truly incredible.

A specific scene that really stands out to me is the chapter in Alice in Wonderland where Alice attends the trial of the Knave of Hearts. It's uproariously hilarious, filled with amazing punch lines and tongue-in-cheek moments that would be right at home in any Monty Python film. I read it aloud to my wife, and she was doubled over with laughter. Carroll was indeed a gifted children's author, decades ahead of his time in terms of surrealist and bizarre humor.

To be honest, when considering the countless volumes that are still being published today under the guise of "moralizing" children, he may still be ahead of his time. Children long for freedom and don't want to be restricted by what is deemed "good" and "proper." They don't necessarily want to be bad; they simply desire freedom. This is precisely what makes books like those of Dr. Seuss, Where the Wild Things Are, and the works of Lewis Carroll so timeless. They repeatedly capture this sense of freedom. In my opinion, it's the key aspect that distinguishes a good children's book from a bad one - and perhaps a good adult book from a bad one as well.