Book
The Snowman | |
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Briggs' illustration of the snowman |
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Author(s) | (no words) |
Illustrator | Raymond Briggs |
Country | United Kingdom |
Genre(s) | Picture book |
Publisher | Hamish Hamilton |
Publication date | 1978 |
Media type | |
Pages | 32 pp |
ISBN | 0241100046 |
OCLC Number | 788883530 |
LC Classification | PZ7.B7646 Sn 1978 |
The original book has a slightly different plot. While the first half of the story remains the same, the boy and the snowman do not visit Father Christmas. In fact, all of the Christmas elements of the film were not present in the story. Notably, the boy's family does not have a Christmas tree in the house. After the snowman comes to life, they proceed to explore the boy's house. After they see the family car and play with the lights, the boy prepares a feast that the two eat by candlelight. Here the snowman takes the boy outside again, and they begin to fly. Once the boy and the snowman take flight, they only fly as far as the pier seen in the film. They stop there and wait for the sunrise. They hurry back, as the sun is rising, and the boy hurries inside again, like the film. The finale does not show James finding the scarf in his pocket, as they never made the trip to Father Christmas, but he finds the snowman melted in the same fashion.
Random House published a U.S. edition within the calendar year.
Puffin Books Various editions of The Snowman are published by Puffin Books in the U.K.
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