A Grave of Fireflies (USA book) - GhibliWikiSign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. From Wikipedia about the animated movie: "Taking place toward the end of World War II in Japan, Grave of the Fireflies is the poignant tale of the relationship between two orphaned children, Seita and his younger sister Setsuko. The children lose their mother in the firebombing of Kobe, and their father in service to the Imperial Japanese Navy, and as a result they are forced to try to survive amidst widespread famine and the callous indifference of their countrymen some of whom are their own extended family members. But, what was remarkable was seeing how the movie captured every single detail of the short story about 70 pages : every firefly, every scrape, every tear, every word. I didn't feel as emotionally attached to the story as the movie but I wonder if that might not be due to the translator. There were two translators used, one for each story.
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I just watched and fell in love with the movie Grave of the Fireflies and now I really want to read the book it was based on, by Akiyuki Nosaka. Thus far, I've been unable to find an English version on either Amazon or Ebay, and I've heard that the French version is poorly translated. Those are the only languages I can read. Does anyone know where I can find an English version of the book? Welcome to the Tavern, flash I personally don't know of any English translations, but others in here might. Ghibli has made a number of other movies and I highly recommend them as well
the aggregation of the largest online encyclopedias available, and the most Two live-action remakes of Grave of the Fireflies were made, one in and one in See also 9; Further reading 10; References 11; External links 12 . Takahata said that "[i]n that respect, when you make the book into a movie.
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