内容简介:《奇迹》一书属于儿童文学的范畴。它从儿童的视角描绘了儿童眼中的世界。作者帕拉茜奥在成为作家之前的工作是帮别人设计书本的封面。作者跟她老公，两个孩子以及两条狗一起生活在纽约，她关于小说主人公的设计灵感来源于她在一家冰淇淋店外面看见的一个面部有残疾的小男孩。这本书以一个个小故事的形式，讲述了主人公坎坷的成长经历。故事不长，却很有趣，很容易吸引儿童的目光。

本次翻译实践选中书中的第一至十一章节。这十一个章节，通过细致的会话和心理描写，向读者展示了主人公在生活中遇到的机遇与挑战。这些章节大致可以分为两部分。

第一部分讲述的是主人公的自我介绍，介绍了他的出生，家人以及朋友。

主人公是一个叫奥格斯特的小孩子，他出生就带有面部残疾。由于他长得“奇丑”，他只有少数的几个朋友。他走在路上，别人都会用奇怪的眼神看着他。他的爸爸妈妈为了保护他，直到五年级才想要把他送到学校去学习。

第二部分从讨论要不要去学校开始，讲述了主人公对去学校的抵触情绪以及去参观学校的经历。

奥格斯特的成绩很好，他喜欢读书，但是因为他的脸，他不想去学校上学。在他爸妈的开解下，他打算先去参观一下学校，再决定要不要去那里上学。

    小论文部分主要写的是整个翻译的过程，从阅读文章，思考翻译方法到一些翻译中遇到的问题。

Ordinary 

I know I’m not an ordinary ten-year old kid. I mean, sure, I do ordinary things. I eat ice cream. I ride my bike. I play ball. Stuff like that makes me ordinary. I guess. And I feel ordinary. Inside. But I know ordinary kids don’t make other ordinary kids run away screaming in playground. I know ordinary kids don’t get stared at wherever they go.

if I found a magic lamp and I could have one wish, I would wish that I had a normal face that no one ever noticed at all. I would wish that I could walk down the street without people seeing me and then doing that look-away thing. Here’s what I think: the only reason I’m not ordinary is that no one else sees me that way.

But I’m kind of used to how I look by now. I know how to pretend I don’t see the faces people make. We’ve all gotten pretty good at that sort of thing: me, Mom and Dad, Via. Actually, I take that back: Via’s not so good at it. She can get really annoyed when people do something rude. Like, for instance, one time in the playground some older kids made some noises. I don’t even know what the noises were exactly because I didn’t hear them myself, but Via heard and she just started yelling at the kids. That’s the way she is. I’m not that way.

Via doesn’t see me as ordinary. She says she does, but if I were ordinary, she wouldn’t feel like she needs to protect me as much. And Mom and Dad don’t see me as ordinary, either. They see me as extraordinary. I think the only person in the world who realizes how ordinary I am is me.

My name is August, by the way. I won’t describe what I look like. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably worse.