When Coraline wants her mother to play with her, she answers, "I don't really mind what you do, as long as you don't make a mess" (Coraline 7). The child is desperate for attention, and she tries drawing the mist. Instead, she writes the wordM I S T in a special manner: ...
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. For ever. She knows that if she ventures through that door, ...
The Other Father– A creation of the Other Mother, who was used to try to help trick Coraline into staying in the Other Mother's world. Like her real father he has a study and sits there during the day and will not talk to Coraline for long. He does not work however, he merely oc...
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 paper...
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. For ever. She knows that if she ventures through that door, ...
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. For ever. She knows that if she ventures through that door, ...
Coraline’stimeless atmosphere and vague geographical settingnonetheless suggest the present day, while the souls of the lostchildren she encounters in the house of the other mother—orthe beldam, as the children call her—seem to all be fromdifferent time periods throughout British history. One ...
原文:Coraline shrugged. ‘OK,’ she said. ‘It’s a deal.’ She ate the breakfast, trying not to wolf it down. She was hungrier than she had thought. As she ate, the other mother stared at her. It was hard to read expressions into those black-button eyes, but Coraline thought that...
The other, the big, carved, brown wooden door at the far corner of the drawing room, was locked. She said to her mother, "Where does that door go?" "Nowhere, dear." "It has to go somewhere." Her mother shook her head. "Look," she told Coraline. She reached up, and ...
The other—the big, carved, brown wooden door at the far corner of the drawing room—was locked. She said to her mother, “Where does that door go?” “Nowhere, dear.” “It has to go somewhere.” Her mother shook her head. “Look,” she told Coraline. She reached up and took ...