The Phantom Tollbooth

The Phantom Tollbooth

Paperback | October 12, 1988

byNORTON JUSTERIllustratorJules Feiffer

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Hailed as “a classic. . . . humorous, full of warmth and real invention” (The New Yorker), this beloved story--first published more than fifty ago--introduces readers to Milo and his adventures in the Lands Beyond. 

For Milo, everything’s a bore. When a tollbooth mysteriously appears in his room, he drives through only because he’s got nothing better to do. But on the other side, things seem different. Milo visits the Island of Conclusions (you get there by jumping), learns about time from a ticking watchdog named Tock, and even embarks on a quest to rescue Rhyme and Reason! Somewhere along the way, Milo realizes something astonishing. Life is far from dull. In fact, it’s exciting beyond his wildest dreams. . . .

Features an appreciation by Maurice Sendak, award-winning author of Where the Wild Things Are!

“I read [The Phantom Tollbooth] first when I was ten. I still have the book report I wrote, which began ‘This is the best book ever.’”—The New York Times

“The Phantom Tollbooth is the closest thing we have to a modern Alice in Wonderland.”—The Guardian

“The book lingers long after turning the final page. . . . A classic indeed.” —Los Angeles Review of Books

“You loved the humor and adventure . . . and [now] you’ll marvel at [the book's] wit, complexity, and its understanding of how children perceive the passage of time.” —Entertainment Weekly

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First published in 1961, The Phantom Tollbooth has been compared to Alice in Wonderland and it has many of the same fantastic elements. But rather than reveling in nonsense, The Phantom Tollbooth is always quite sensible, if a bit esoteric. This is the cautionary tale of Milo, who is bored by everything. One day, Milo receives a myster...

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Hailed as “a classic. . . . humorous, full of warmth and real invention” (The New Yorker), this beloved story--first published more than fifty ago--introduces readers to Milo and his adventures in the Lands Beyond. For Milo, everything’s a bore. When a tollbooth mysteriously appears in his room, he drives through only because he’s got ...

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Illustrated in black-and-white. This ingenious fantasy centers around Milo, a bored ten-year-old who comes home to find a large toy tollbooth sitting in his room. Joining forces with a watchdog named Tock, Milo drives through the tollbooth's gates and begins a memorable journey. He meets such characters as the foolish, yet lovable Humb...

Norton Juster is an architect and the author of other highly acclaimed children’s books, including The Dot and the Line, The Hello, Goodbye Window, illustrated by Chris Raschka, which received the Caldecott Medal, and The Odious Ogre, also illustrated by Jules Feiffer.   Jules Feiffer is the author and illustrator of two novels for you...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:272 pages, 7.63 × 5.25 × 0.63 inPublished:October 12, 1988Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0394820371

ISBN - 13:9780394820378

Appropriate for ages: 9 - 12

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Chapter I: MiloThere was once a boy named Milo who didn’t know what to do with himself — not just sometimes, but always.When he was in school he longed to be out, and when he was out he longed to be in. On the way he thought about coming home, and coming home he thought about going. Wherever he was he wished he were somewhere else, and when he got there he wondered why he’d bothered. Nothing really interested him — least of all the things that should have. “It seems to me that almost everything is a waste of time,” he remarked one day as he walked dejectedly home from school. “I can’t see the point in learning to solve useless problems, or subtracting turnips from turnips, or knowing where Ethiopia is or how to spell February.” And, since no one bothered to explain otherwise, he regarded the process of seeking knowledge as the greatest waste of time of all.As he and his unhappy thoughts hurried along (for while he was never anxious to be where he was going, he liked to get there as quickly as possible) it seemed a great wonder that the world, which was so large, could sometimes feel so small and empty.“And worst of all,” he continued sadly, “there’s nothing for me to do, nowhere I’d care to go, and hardly anything worth seeing,” He punctuated this last thought with such a deep sigh that a house sparrow singing nearby stopped and rushed home to be with his family.Without stopping or looking up, Milo dashed past the buildings and busy shops that lined the street and in a few minutes reached home — dashed through the lobby — hopped onto the elevator — two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and off again — opened the apartment door — rushed into his room — flopped dejectedly into a chair, and grumbled softly, “Another long afternoon.”He looked glumly at all the things he owned. The books that were too much trouble to read, the tools he’d never learned to use, the small electric automobile he hadn’t driven in months — or was it years? — and the hundreds of other games and toys, and bats and balls, and bits and pieces scattered around him. And then, to one side of the room, just next to the phonograph, he noticed something he had certainly never seen before.Who could possibly have left such an enormous package and such a strange one? For, while it was not quite square, it was definitely not round, and for its size it was larger than almost any other big package of smaller dimension that he’d ever seen.Attached to one side was a bright-blue envelope which said simply: “FOR MILO, WHO HAS PLENTY OF TIME.” Of course, if you’ve ever gotten a surprise package you can imagine how puzzled and excited Milo was; and if you’ve never gotten one, pay close attention, because someday you might.“I don’t think it’s my birthday,” he puzzled, “and Christmas must be months away, and I haven’t been outstandingly good, or even good at all.” (He had to admit this even to himself.) “Most probably I won’t like it anyway, but since I don’t know where it came from, I can’t possibly send it back.” He thought about it for quite a while and then opened the envelope, but just to be polite.“ONE GENUINE TURNPIKE TOLLBOOTH,” it stated — and then it went on:“EASILY ASSEMBLED AT HOME, AND FOR USE BY THOSE WHO HAVE NEVER TRAVELED IN LANDS BEYOOND.”“Beyond what?” thought Milo as he continued to read.“THIS PACKAGE CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING ITEMS:“One (1) genuine turnpike tollbooth to be erected according to directions.“Three (3) precautionary signs to be used in a precautionary fashion.“Assorted coins for use in paying tolls.“One (1) map, up to date and carefully drawn by master cartographers, depicting natural and man-made features.“One (1) book of rules and traffic regulations, which may not be bent or broken.”And in smaller letters at the bottom it concluded:“RESULTS ARE NOT GUARANTEED, BUT IF NOT PERFECTLY SATISFIED, YOUR WASTED TIME WILL BE REFUNDED.”Following the instructions, which told him to cut here, lift there, and fold back all around, he soon had the tollbooth unpacked and set up on its stand. He fitted the windows in place and attached the roof, which extended out on both sides, and fastened on the coin box. It was very much like the tollbooths he’d seen many times on family trips, except of course it was much smaller and purple.“What a strange present,” he thought to himself. “The least they could have done was to send a highway with it, for it’s terribly impractical without one.” But since, at the time, there was nothing else he wanted to play with, he set up the three signs,SLOW DOWN APPROACHING TOLLBOOTHPLEASE HAVE YOUR FARE READYHAVE YOUR DESTINATION IN MINDAnd slowly unfolded the map.As the announcement stated, it was a beautiful map, in many colors, showing principal roads, rivers and seas, towns and cities, mountains and valleys, intersections and detours, and sites of outstanding interest both beautiful and historic.The only trouble was that Milo had never heard of any of the places it indicated, and even the names sounded most peculiar.“I don’t think there really is such a country,” he concluded after studying it carefully. “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway.” And he closed his eyes and poked a finger at the map.“Dictionopolis,” read Milo slowly when he saw what his finger had chosen. “Oh, well, I might as well go there as anywhere.”He walked across the room and dusted the car off carefully. Then, taking the map and rule book with him, he hopped in and, for lack of anything better to do, drove slowly up to the tollbooth. As he deposited his coin and rolled past he remarked wistfully, “I do hope this is an interesting game, otherwise the afternoon will be so terribly dull.”

From Our Editors

First published in 1961, The Phantom Tollbooth has been compared to Alice in Wonderland and it has many of the same fantastic elements. But rather than reveling in nonsense, The Phantom Tollbooth is always quite sensible, if a bit esoteric. This is the cautionary tale of Milo, who is bored by everything. One day, Milo receives a mysterious gift: "ONE GENUINE TURNPIKE TOLLBOOTH." This conduit takes Milo on a journey through a land of allegorical amazements, a kind of Pilgrim's Progress for the intellectual. Milo arrives in (and thankfully goes beyond) Expectations. He finds his way out of the Doldrums and picks up Tock, the literal watchdog. They soon meet the estranged kings of Dictionopolis and Digitopolis, who are arguing about which are greater: words or numbers. The kings have banished their stepsisters, the princesses Rhyme and Reason, to a castle in the air. But without these excellent mediators, there can be no peace in the kingdoms! So Milo, Tock and the loveable, pompous Humbug battle through strange lands like Ignorance and Conclusions (you get there by jumping) and encounter odd characters like the horrible Trivium on their quest to rescue Rhyme and Reason. The wry humour, good sense and gymnastic wordplay involved here bears reading again and again, especially a few years after the last attempt. This is, above all, a reminder not to let your mind wander too far, because it might never come back.

Editorial Reviews

" I read [The Phantom Tollbooth] first when I was 10. I still have the book report I wrote, which began 'This is the best book ever.'"
--Anna Quindlen, The New York Times


"A classic... Humorous, full of warmth and real invention."
--The New Yorker