Frances burnett the secret garden

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When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible.

Frances burnett the secret garden

By Gretchen H. Few people realize that The Secret Garden, the book most readers associate with Frances Hodgson Burnett, was only one of 53 novels she wrote and published, and that most of her books were for adults, not children. Although she had a lifetime of love for children and gardens, she would be amazed to know that this book is the one for which she is most remembered today—even though it was one that was closest to her heart. In , when she was just three, her family moved to St. There were farms and country cottages close by and she became friendly with a family of market gardeners who kept pigs. Just a year later, however, her father Edwin Hodgson died and his widow and five children embarked upon a decade of moving house, each time to a slightly less desirable neighborhood. Each move took Burnett further and further away from gardens, until in her mother decided to make the riskiest move of all: to join her rogue of a brother, who boasted of his accomplishments in America, in the American South during the last months of the Civil War. There the Hodgson family found itself ensconced in an unexpected place: a log cabin in a very small town outside of Knoxville, Tennessee. There, but for the generosity of their neighbors, they would have starved. Their financial difficulties were quite real, but young Fanny a name she quickly abandoned found Tennessee a true Garden of Eden after the pollution of Manchester and the smuts that floated down like snow from its factory chimneys. The first story she sent came back with comments, but instead of revising she mailed it again to another magazine. The editor was puzzled and surprised to find an accomplished work with an English setting coming out of Tennessee; was she English or American? That evening she sat down and wrote a second one for him.

She soon became a bossy, nasty, little girl who was frail, yellow and most often angry.

Celebrate an unforgettable classic with this paperback edition featuring the timeless art of Tasha Tudor. Just in time for the movie adaptation starring Colin Firth and Julie Walters! When orphaned Mary Lennox comes to live at her uncle's great house on the Yorkshire Moors, she finds it full of secrets. The mansion has nearly one hundred rooms, and her uncle keeps himself locked up. And at night, she hears the sound of crying down one of the long corridors.

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Frances burnett the secret garden

Jump to ratings and reviews. Want to read. Rate this book. The Secret Garden. Frances Hodgson Burnett. In a house full of sadness and secrets, can young, orphaned Mary find happiness? There she meets a hearty housekeeper and her spirited brother, a dour gardener, a cheerful robin, and her wilful, hysterical, and sickly cousin, Master Colin, whose wails she hears echoing through the house at night. With the help of the robin, Mary finds the door to a secret garden, neglected and hidden for years.

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She felt as if she had been on a long journey, and at any rate she had had something to amuse her all the time, and she had played with the ivory elephants and had seen the gray mouse and its babies in their nest in the velvet cushion. On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and whistled and made strange sounds. In the course of her digging with her pointed stick Mistress Mary had found herself digging up a sort of white root rather like an onion. And without Martha, Dickon, and the influence of Martha's mother Mrs. Full content visible, double tap to read brief content. Frances Hodgson Burnett 1, books 4, followers. Mary wonders about the secret garden and about mysterious cries that echo through the house at night. The author is a "product of her time. Scholar Gretchen V. A science fiction adaptation in the Victorian style, it was filmed, directed and written for the screen by Owen Smith. This was one way of passing some of the time, at any rate. I told thee tha'd like th' moor after a bit. What was this under her hands which [Pg 96] was square and made of iron and which her fingers found a hole in? In th' flower gardens out there things will be stirrin' down below in th' dark.

Set in England, it is one of Burnett's most popular novels and is seen as a classic of English children's literature. Several stage and film adaptations have been made of The Secret Garden. The American edition was published by the Frederick A.

In his analysis of the narrative structures of "the traditional novel for girls," Perry Nodelman highlights Mary Lennox as a departure from the narrative pattern of the "spontaneous and ebullient" orphan girl who changes her new home and family for the better, since those qualities appear later on in the narrative. It looked just a trifle like little Susan Ann's when she wanted something very much. Daughter of Pigs! It was "after a bit," as she said, for when the [Pg 28] carriage passed through the park gates there was still two miles of avenue to drive through and the trees which nearly met overhead made it seem as if they were driving through a long dark vault. Something of her contrariness came back to her as she paced the walk and looked over it at the tree-tops inside. Tha' cannot begin younger. The next day the rain poured down in torrents again, and when Mary looked out of her window the moor was almost hidden by gray mist and cloud. It's none bare. Mary did not ask any more questions. If I haven't time to-day I can come to-morrow. A slow smile spread over it and the gardener looked quite different. Craven got no governess for her, nor no nurse? Medlock thought. But she had always had a very small appetite, and she looked with something more than indifference at the first plate Martha set before her.