It begins with an orphan named Peter Parker, raised by his beloved Aunt May and Uncle Ben in Queens, New York. A quiet student, he works diligently at his studies and pines for the beautiful Mary Jane Watson. But this ordinary teenage boy is about to have his life turned upside down, when he is bitten by a genetically altered spider. Suddenly, he finds himself possessed of spectacular powers. He is now and forever Spider-Man!Follow Spider-Man's action-packed journey, from his struggle to harness the extraordinary gifts that will prove to be both blessing and curse, to his fight to save innocent lives while the media tears him to pieces. It all leads up to his ultimate battle high above New York streets, against the death-dealing madman known as the Green Goblin. While the city watches helplessly and countless lives hang in the balance, Spider-Man confronts his archnemesis, and the Goblin puts Spider-Man's vow to fight crime to the ultimate test . . .
Adult/High School-David has taken the screenplay and turned it into an entertaining, exciting novel. The famous character has been updated for the 21st century with high-tech weapons and gadgets, and genetically altered spiders. The story traces Peter Parker from his origins as a wimpy high school nerd to a New York City photographer by day and crime-fighting superhero by night. The usual characters are all well portrayed: Peter's longtime love Mary Jane, the gruff newspaper editor J. Jonah Jamesson, Aunt May and Uncle Ben, and, of course, Spidey's nemesis, the Green Goblin. Much of the book centers on the rivals and how they came to be what they are: one seeking redemption and the other revenge. With its snappy dialogue, fast pace, and jam-packed action sequences, the novel has the feel of a comic book, and it should be a hot item with teens.-James O. Cahill, Fairfax County Public Library, VA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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December 31, 2001
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Excerpt from Spider-Man by Peter David
It smelled weird.
That was the first thing that Peter noticed. The moment he stepped over the threshold, he noticed the smell of the house. It was . . . it was antiseptic, somehow. Not that young Peter, standing there so neatly attired in his blue shorts, white shirt, and yellow sweater vest, would have known the word "antiseptic." That was a big, important word. Most four-year-olds hadn't heard the word, couldn't use it in context, couldn't even come close to spelling it. In this regard, Peter Parker, who had celebrated his birthday the previous August at a big and splendid party where his parents had made a marvelous fuss over him, was no different. By age five, however, he would be able to correctly define and spell it . . . along with "microbiology," "cellular," and "mitosis." On the other hand, he would continue to stumble over "photosynthesis" and "paleontologist" until he reached the ripe old age of six.
Peter, however, wasn't looking that far ahead. Five and six were an eternity away. All that concerned Peter at that moment was the here and now. And what was here, and what wasn't.
He was here. These strange people whom he had supposedly met once, when he was a baby--but he sure couldn't remember--were here. That weird smell was here.
His parents were not.
The living room in which he was standing didn't seem even remotely inviting. The cushions of the couch were covered in plastic. He'd tried to sit on one and hadn't liked the way it had stuck to the underside of his legs. So he'd slid off it, but it had made this really weird squeaky "ripping" sound, and he hadn't liked that either.
The man and woman who were bringing the last of his things into the house, who were speaking in hushed whispers to the woman named Miss Hemmings--the "social worker," she'd been called--those people weren't paying any attention to him. That suited him fine. Perhaps he could simply reside there like a ghost, no one noticing him. When he was hungry, he could snitch food from the kitchen, presuming they had one, and otherwise be left alone.
He wanted that more than anything . . . particularly to be left alone by the man, who reminded him a little of his father. Except it wasn't him, and that made him feel all the more uneasy.