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Informationen zum Autor Astrid Lindgren (1907–2002) was born in Sweden. Her most famous and beloved book, Pippi Longstocking, was originally published in Swedish in 1945 and has since been translated into 80 languages. It was followed by two sequels, Pippi Goes on Board and Pippi in the South Seas. The success of Pippi Longstocking led to a rapid growth of the publishing house Rabén & Sjögren, where Astrid Lindgren took over responsibility for children's book publishing and thus had dual roles: she was a writer in the mornings and an editor in the afternoons. Astrid Lindgren had a long and prolific career, writing songs, screenplays, 34 chapter books, and 41 picture books. Her works have sold a staggering 170 million copies worldwide and been translated into more than 100 languages. The Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award, a literary prize established in her memory, has been awarded annually since 2003. The prize is worth five million SEK, making it the world’s largest international award for children and young adult literature. Klappentext Tommy and Annika have a new neighbor: red-haired, freckle-faced Pippi Longstocking, who has upside-down braids and no parents to tell her what to do. The three children have the most rollicking adventures on their own, with horses and monkeys, the circus, and more! "A rollicking story." -The Horn Book Leseprobe 1 Pippi Moves into Villa Villekulla On the edge of the tiny little town was an old garden, all overgrown. In this garden was an old house and in that house lived Pippi Longstocking. She was nine years old and she lived there all alone. She didn’t have a mum or a dad, and that was actually quite nice because there was nobody to tell her to go to bed just when she was having the most fun, and nobody to make her take cod liver oil when she would rather eat sweets. Pippi had a dad once, and she’d liked him ever so much—-she had a mum too, of course, but that was such a long time ago she couldn’t remember anything about it. Her mum had died when Pippi was a tiny, tiny baby who lay in her cot and screamed and screamed so horrendously that no one could go near her. Pippi thought her mum was up in heaven looking down on her little girl through a peephole, and Pippi often waved to her up there and said: “Don’t worry! I’ll be all right!” Pippi hadn’t forgotten her dad. He was a ship’s captain and sailed the great oceans, and Pippi had sailed with him until the time he blew overboard in a huge storm and disappeared. But Pippi was absolutely certain he would come back one day. She didn’t believe he had drowned at all. She thought he had washed ashore on an island in the South Seas and become the island king, and was walking around all day with a golden crown on his head. “My mum is an angel and my dad is a South Sea Island king. Not every child has such special parents, you know,” Pippi always said, sounding pleased with herself. “And as soon as my dad can build a boat he’ll come and fetch me and then I’ll be a South Sea Island princess. What a time we’ll have, tra--la--la!” Many years ago her dad had bought the old house that stood in the garden. He had planned to live there with Pippi when he got too old and doddery to sail the oceans any longer. But then, of course, that annoying thing happened, when he was blown into the sea, so while she was waiting for him to come back Pippi went straight home to Villa Villekulla. That was the name of the house. It stood there, ready and waiting, with furniture and everything. One beautiful summer’s evening she said good--bye to all the shipmates on her dad’s boat. They were so fond of Pippi, and Pippi was fond of them. “Cheerio, lads,” Pippi said, giving each and every one a kiss on the forehead. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be all right!” She took two things with her from the boat. A little monkey calle...
