The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer by Mark TwainThe Adventures Of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer

byMark TwainForeword byRichard Peck

Paperback | March 27, 2008


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Tom Sawyer is sure to find trouble wherever the river leads him . . .

On the banks of the Mississippi River, Tom Sawyer and his friends seek out adventure at every turn. Then one fateful night in the graveyard they witness a murder. The boys make a blood oath never to reveal the secret, and they run away to be pirates in search of hidden treasure. But when Tom gets trapped in a cave with scary Injun Joe, can he escape unharmed?
Mark Twain is the pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens (1835-1910). He was born in Missouri, USA. He travelled around America, seeking fame and fortune before becoming a successful journalist and travel writer. In 1876 The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, inspired by his own childhood, was published, followed eight years later by The Adventu...
Title:The Adventures Of Tom SawyerFormat:PaperbackDimensions:352 pages, 6.9 × 5.11 × 0.84 inPublished:March 27, 2008Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0141321105

ISBN - 13:9780141321103

Appropriate for ages: 9 - 12


Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved this book I had received this as a gift and it was a great read
Date published: 2018-08-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Classic I loved this story as a child and love it still Great for young and old alike
Date published: 2018-08-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Timeless The adventure of childhood and friendship captured wonderfully in this fine little story.
Date published: 2018-02-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Acceptable It's not a super thrilling read, admittedly. However, it gives an interesting look at the context and era in which it was written. I like how Twain parodies certain aspects of society at the time.
Date published: 2017-08-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Forever A Classic Love it, and I recommend it to all people of all ages!
Date published: 2017-07-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great I love this story. It's so simple and yet so amazing. I'm glad it's maintained popularity through the years.
Date published: 2017-06-23
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Didn't like it I had to read this for school and in my opinion its boring
Date published: 2017-03-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Classic! A great read for youth and adults.
Date published: 2017-02-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book to read Good read. Would recommend this to the younger generation.
Date published: 2017-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fun Tom Sawyer's adventures are always a delight.
Date published: 2017-01-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good Should be read before trying Huckleberry Finn. This book sets the relationships between the major characters, although Huck emerges as the most interesting. This is a fun light read compared to its companion.
Date published: 2017-01-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing An incredible adventure! Great to read as a boy, and again as an adult.
Date published: 2017-01-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing adventure An incredible adventure! Great to read as a boy, and again as an adult.
Date published: 2017-01-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Good story but not on the same level as Huck.
Date published: 2016-12-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Classic for kids and adults #plumreview In my opinion, the quintessential "They don't make them like that anymore". Portraying children with all the simplicity and quixotic grandeur that I hope we all remember.
Date published: 2016-11-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just like I remembered it I first read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer as a kid and recall that I liked it then. Well, I like it now, too. The story moves along with lots of little incidents between the big stories of the murder and treasure. The entire episode in the cave is particularly good. It was definitely worth it to read again. The only downside is the racism; not that Mark Twain has written a racist story. The story is set during the days of slavery. Intense racism is part of Tom Sawyer's world. There are passages, although surprisingly few, that are unpleasant. If nothing else, it reminds us how far we've come down the path, and, that fortunately, Twain was on the right path away from that world.
Date published: 2011-05-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely a Classic I can't believe I'd never read this book before. It's such good writing. The humour is wonderful. There is a reason Mark Twain is quoted so often. What's scary about the book is the racism in it. Not that Mark Twain was racist, the way people were at the time. Especially since there are people there who still think that way. Anyway, a fantastic book and everyone should read it.
Date published: 2011-02-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome Book The Adventures of Tom Sawyer was an entertaining book. I could relate to the character of Tom because i used to be mischievous as well and got into some trouble. Tom was a very clever boy in the book because of how he tricked his friends to do the work while he watched. The book had a bit of everything. For example the book included the following: adventure, humor, romance and suspense. This book is definitely worth the read and I look forward to the sequel "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn".
Date published: 2011-01-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great!! I read this book for school, and so I thaught that it was going to be another boring school book. But it was NOT, it was actualy pretty good. I was able to get in to it and I enjoyed reading it.
Date published: 2011-01-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Brilliant I was very pleased with this book and quite frankly, a little surprised. I wasn't sure if this was the right book for me because I have never read anything like it. I struggled with some of the language at first but once I began to dig deeper into the plot, everything began to connect to create quite an enjoyable read. I highly recommend this book to anyone who is up for a great adventure, you won't regret it! I loved this book so much that I've already started to read the sequal, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
Date published: 2011-01-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful Tom Sawyer is a mischievous boy being raised by his Aunt Polly in a Missuri town right on the Mississippi River. The book opens with, Tom getting in trouble at school and as punishment is supposed to spend his Saturday whitewashing her fence. But instead he's convinced his friends the job's so fun that they're trading him stuff just for the chance to slap the whitewash on. This book was very enjoyable to read because it explored the themes of growing up, imagination, superstition and religion, things most teenagers can relate to. I would definitely reccomend this book to everyone.
Date published: 2011-01-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely great! The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain is a book that everyone enjoys reading. It is a story about a young boy who lives along the Mississippi river and has many adventures. Most of the Adventures in this book have really occurred. Tom is always getting in trouble and his Aunt Polly is always worried about him. Tom and Huckleberry Fin have fun times together and experience some bad things in this book. This book is a really good read and I recommend everyone who likes a good adventure to read it. You'll LOVE it.
Date published: 2011-01-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fun, entertaining read that will make you smile I first read this book in high school and at the time, I found it boring and didn't like reading it, but then again I was forced to read it for English class. Anyone knows being forced to do something isn't as fun as willingly doing so yourself! LOL But, years later I decided to re-read this book on a whim, and to my delight I found myself enjoying this book immensely. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer chronicles the day-to-day happenings of a young boy in Missouri and his mischievous and playful antics about town. Tom Sawyer is a rascal. He has no qualms about cutting school and romping in the forest to play pirate or tricking his peers into wanting to whitewash a fence (which I found totally hilarious!). Despite his reckless and selfish ways, he is a character that arouses feelings of sympathy and amusement. I found myself sympathizing with his woes (of course, all which came about because of Tom Sawyer himself) and smiling at his antics and beliefs (his superstitious beliefs, for instance his belief that burying a dead cat in the graveyard at midnight will cure warts!). Interestingly, I found that in reading this book I started recalling my *own* childhood and the games and activities I participated in as a little girl. This book doesn't have any great moral lesson to teach the reader, or some profound idea to enlighten us with. It's allure lies in its ability to compel the reader into looking back on one's own childhood with feelings of nostalgia and longing for the carefree and innocent days of childhood where anything is possible. This is a book of pure entertainment. Twain wrote a brief preface to the book and he stated that this was one of his reasons in writing this book: to hopefully create these kinds of memories in the reader, to have the reader wistfully think back on their childhood and remember the way they once were as children. Anyways, the book was very easy reading, the language simple to understand and not flowery in its descriptions. The characters and locale leap from the pages and come alive. You are there with Tom Sawyer and are privy to life in a small town off the Mississippi, and it's all so vividly and simply told, that when you reach the very last page and finish, you wish the story could go on and you could get more glimpses into Tom Sawyer's world. In fact, the next book is The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and although it's not a sequel to this book, it does continue with some familiar characters introduced in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.
Date published: 2009-07-26

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Chapter 1"Tom!"No answer."Tom!"No answer."What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!"No answer.The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them, about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service;-she could have seen through a pair of stove lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear:"Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll-"She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom-and so she needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat."I never did see the beat of that boy!"She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice, at an angle calculated for distance, and shouted:"Y-o-u-u Tom!"There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight."There! I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in there?""Nothing.""Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What is that truck?""I don't know, aunt.""Well I know. It's jam-that's what it is. Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch."The switch hovered in the air-the peril was desperate-"My! Look behind you, aunt!"The old lady whirled around, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The lad fled, on the instant, scrambled up the high board fence, and disappeared over it.His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh."Hang the boy, can't I never learn anything? Ain't he played me tricks enough like that for me to be looking out for himby this time? But old fools isthe biggest fools there is. Can't learn an old dog new tricks, as the saying is. But my goodness, he never plays them alike, two days, and how is a body to know what's coming? He 'pears to know just how long he can torment me before I get my dander up, and he knows if he can make out to put me off for a minute or make me laugh, it's all down again and I can't hit him a lick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy, and that's the Lord's truth, goodness knows. Spare the rod and spile the child, as the Good Book says. I'm a-laying up sin and suffering for us both, I know. He's full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he's my own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I ain't got the heart to lash him, somehow. Every time I let him off my conscience does hurt me so, and every time I hit him my old heart most breaks. Well-a-well, man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble, as the Scripture says, and I reckon it's so. He'll play hookey this evening,* and I'll just be obleeged to make him work, to-morrow, to punish him. It's mighty hard to make him work Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday, but he hates work more than he hates anything else, and I've got to do some of my duty by him, or I'll be the ruination of the child."Tom did play hookey, and he had a very good time. He got back home barely in season to help Jim, the small colored boy, saw next day's wood and split the kindlings, before supper-at least he was there in time to tell his adventures to Jim while Jim did three-fourths of the work. Tom's younger brother, (or rather, half-brother) Sid, was already through with his part of the work (picking up chips,) for he was a quiet boy and had no adventurous, troublesome ways.While Tom was eating his supper, and stealing sugar as opportunity offered, aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and very deep-for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments. Like many other simple-hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy and she loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning. Said she:"Tom, it was middling warm in school, warn't it?""Yes'm.""Powerful warm, warn't it?""Yes'm.""Didn't you want to go in a-swimming, Tom?"A bit of a scare shot through Tom-a touch of uncomfortable suspicion. He searched aunt Polly's face, but it told him nothing. So he said:"No'm-well, not very much."The old lady reached out her hand and felt Tom's shirt, and said:"But you ain't too warm now, though." And it flattered her to reflect that she had discovered that the shirt was dry without anybody knowing that that was what she had in her mind. But in spite of her, Tom knew where the wind lay, now. So he forestalled what might be the next move:"Some of us pumped on our heads-mine's damp yet. See?"Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit of circumstantial evidence, and missed a trick. Then she had a new inspiration:"Tom, you didn't have to undo your shirt collar where I sewed it to pump on your head, did you? Unbutton your jacket!"The trouble vanished out of Tom's face. He opened his jacket. His shirt collar was securely sewed."Bother! Well, go 'long with you. I'd made sure you'd played hookey and been a-swimming. But I forgive ye, Tom. I reckon you're a kind of a singed cat, as the saying is-better'n you look. This time."She was half sorry her sagacity had miscarried, and half glad that Tom had stumbled into obedient conduct for once.But Sidney said:"Well, now, if I didn't think you sewed his collar with white thread, but it's black.""Why, I did sew it with white! Tom!"But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he went out at the door he said:"Siddy, I'll lick you for that."In a safe place Tom examined two large needles which were thrust into the lappels of his jacket, and had thread bound about them-one needle carried white thread and the other black. He said:"She'd never noticed, if it hadn't been for Sid. Consound it! sometimes she sews it with white and sometimes she sews it with black. I wish to geeminy she'd stick to one or t'other-I can't keep the run of 'em. But I bet you I'll lam Sid for that. I'll learn him!"He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very well though-and loathed him.Within two minutes, or even less, he had forgotten all his troubles. Not because his troubles were one whit less heavy and bitter to him than a man's are to a man, but because a new and powerful interest bore them down and drove them out of his mind for the time-just as men's misfortunes are forgotten in the excitement of new enterprises. This new interest was a valued novelty in whistling, which he had just acquired from a negro, and he was suffering to practice it undisturbed. It consisted in a peculiar bird-like turn, a sort of liquid warble, produced by touching the tongue to the roof of the mouth at short intervals in the midst of the music-the reader probably remembers how to do it if he has ever been a boy. Diligence and attention soon gave him the knack of it, and he strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet. No doubt, as far as strong, deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with the boy, not the astronomer.The summer evenings were long. It was not dark, yet. Presently Tom checked his whistle. A stranger was before him-a boy a shade larger than himself. A new-comer of any age or either sex was an impressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg. This boy was well dressed, too-well dressed on a week-day. This was simply astounding. His cap was a dainty thing, his close-buttoned blue cloth roundabout was new and natty, and so were his pantaloons. He had shoes on-and yet it was only Friday. He even wore a necktie, a bright bit of ribbon. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom's vitals. The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his finery and the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed to him to grow. Neither boy spoke. If one moved, the other moved-but only sidewise, in a circle; they kept face to face and eye to eye all the time. Finally Tom said:"I can lick you!""I'd like to see you try it.""Well, I can do it.""No you can't, either.""Yes I can.""No you can't.""I can.""You can't.""Can!""Can't!"An uncomfortable pause. Then Tom said:"What's your name?""Tisn't any of your business, maybe.""Well I 'low I'll make it my business.""Well why don't you?""If you say much I will.""Much-much-much! There now.""Oh, you think you're mighty smart, don't you? I could lick you with one hand tied behind me, if I wanted to.""Well why don't you do it? You say you can do it.""Well I will, if you fool with me.""Oh yes-I've seen whole families in the same fix.""Smarty! You think you're some, now, don't you? Oh what a hat!""You can lump that hat if you don't like it. I dare you to knock it off-and anybody that'll take a dare will suck eggs.""You're a liar!""You're another.""You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up.""Aw-take a walk!""Say-if you gimme much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a rock off'n your head.""Oh, of course you will.""Well I will.""Well why don't you do it then? What do you keep saying you will, for? Why don't you do it? It's because you're afraid.""I ain't afraid.""You are.""I ain't.""You are."Another pause, and more eyeing and sidling around each other. Presently they were shoulder to shoulder. Tom said:"Get away from here!""Get away yourself!""I won't.""I won't either."So they stood, each with a foot placed at an angle as a brace, and both shoving with might and main, and glowering at each other with hate. But neither could get an advantage. After struggling till both were hot and flushed, each relaxed his strain with watchful caution, and Tom said:"You're a coward and a pup. I'll tell my big brother on you, and he can thrash you with his little finger, and I'll make him do it, too.""What do I care for your big brother? I've got a brother that's bigger than he is-and what's more, he can throw him over that fence, too." [Both brothers were imaginary.]"That's a lie.""Your saying so don't make it so."Tom drew a line in the dust with his big toe, and said:"I dare you to step over that, and I'll lick you till you can't stand up. Anybody that'll take a dare will steal a sheep."The new boy stepped over promptly, and said:"Now you said you'd do it, now let's see you do it.""Don't you crowd me, now; you better look out.""Well you said you'd do it-why don't you do it?""By jingo! for two cents I will do it."The new boy took two broad coppers out of his pocket and held them out with derision. Tom struck them to the ground. In an instant both boys were rolling and tumbling in the dirt, gripped together like cats; and for the space of a minute they tugged and tore at each other's hair and clothes, punched and scratched each other's noses, and covered themselves with dust and glory. Presently the confusion took form, and through the fog of battle Tom appeared, seated astride the new boy and pounding him with his fists."Holler 'nuff!" said he.The boy only struggled to free himself. He was crying,-mainly from rage."Holler 'nuff!"-and the pounding went on.At last the stranger got out a smothered "'Nuff!" and Tom let him up and said:"Now that'll learn you. Better look out who you're fooling with, next time."The new boy went off brushing the dust from his clothes, sobbing, snuffling, and occasionally looking back and shaking his head and threatening what he would do to Tom the "next time he caught him out." To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather; and as soon as his back was turned the new boy snatched up a stone, threw it and hit him between the shoulders and then turned tail and ran like an antelope. Tom chased the traitor home, and thus found out where he lived. He then held a position at the gate for some time, daring the enemy to come outside, but the enemy only made faces at him through the window and declined. At last the enemy's motherappeared, and called Tom a bad, vicious, vulgar child, and ordered him away. So he went away; but he said he "lowed" to "lay" for that boy.He got home pretty late, that night, and when he climbed cautiously in at the window, he uncovered an ambuscade, in the person of his aunt; and when she saw the state his clothes were in her resolution to turn his Saturday holiday into captivity at hard labor became adamantine in its firmness.

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