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The secret garden (original 1911; edition 1962)

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

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Title:The secret garden
Authors:Frances Hodgson Burnett
Info:Philadelphia, Lippincott 1962. 256 p. illus. 23 cm.
Collections:Read before 2007, Your library
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Tags:19th c., fiction, Child/YA

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The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett (1911)

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Well, I remember that Miss Hill read this to us in 3rd grade. At least I think it was Miss Hill. She was far and away the best teacher I ever had in elementary school, so anything good that happened in those days had to have been at the instigation of Miss Hill. One rather strange boy in our class, who was there for only a year or two before going off to a private school became besotted with The Secret Garden. So, anyway, I did know something about the book. I may even have seen parts of a BBC dramatization of it. But, what brought me to read this book was my having decided I should figure out who Little Lord Fauntleroy was. It turns out the author of LLF wrote The Secret Garden. Who knew? Since I thought LLF was a well-told story, I figured I had nothing to lose in stuffing TSG onto my kindle. It's in public domain after all.

Anyway, it's a great story. Perhaps a bit saccharine in parts, perhaps a bit implausible in parts, but a great story none-the-less. Basically, it involves two über-spoiled children (10 rather than Flavia DeLuce's and Penrod's 11 or Emma Graham's 12, but still at that age when you're still a child, but have become fundamentally competent) who find redemption in their relationship with each other and in their tending a secret garden, a garden that has been locked away and (mostly) neglected for 10 years. They are aided in this by an idiot-savant rustic (12, I believe), who knows everything to know about living and growing things and who charms animals (crows, squirrels, bunnies, and the like).

The one part that will be difficult for American readers is that an important part of the story revolves around the antics of a local robin, a robin who lives in the secret garden. Well, British robins are nothing at all like American robins, so one's got to do some mind bending to get around the robin part. Just pretend it's a spunky sparrow with a spot of read on his throat.
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  lgpiper | Jun 21, 2019 |
Mary Lennox, una niña feúcha y mandona, vive en la India donde su padre trabaja para el gobierno inglés y su madre pasea su belleza de fiesta en fiesta. A sus nueve años de edad, Mary se dedica solo a hacerle la vida imposible a las criadas nativas encargadas de su crianza, pero de la noche a la mañana sucede algo que lo cambiará todo: un terrible brote de cólera mata a sus padres. La pequeña es enviada al norte de Inglaterra con su tío, Archibald Craven, del que dicen que es un desdichado jorobado, con tan mal humor que no permite que nadie se le acerque. Hasta allí viaja la niña, primero por el mar y después atravesando de noche la negrura del páramo para encontrarse a solas en una mansión con más de un centenar de puertas (casi todas cerradas a cal y canto) en cuyos corredores resuena un misterioso llanto. Más tarde hallará un jardín amurallado que no ha sido abierto en diez años, un pájaro presumido de pecho rojo, un niño encantador de animales, un viejo jardinero gruñón... y quizá una llave escondida. Página tras página, los secretos y misterios se suceden en este hermoso e imperecedero clásico, un libro fascinante capaz de penetrar, gracias al poder mágico de la literatura, en el propio interior de los lectores
  Haijavivi | Jun 7, 2019 |
This is another classic I wanted to read because I liked the movie. And another one I put into my Classic TBR pile.

Although I didn't enjoy it as much as the other classics I've read, it was still a cute little story. And I loved seeing her grow into a sweet, respectful little lady from that not so nice child she was all because she had something and someone to look forward to each and everyday.

This story can be a lesson to many that if you give your children something to look forward to everyday that they enjoy doing, how will their behavior change for the better? If the children are in a more positive environment and have people around them that love them..How much better will their lives be? The change may take time but its possible for it to happen...That's what I get out of it anyway..

And even though the adults didn't really want much to do with her or the other children in the beginning, she eventually got their views to change about her and the little boy she became friends with..

I love the messaged more than anything in this story...That's part of the reason it didn't get less than a 3..And plus, how could I give a classic less than a 3?!?! :-) ( )
  RamblingBookNerd | Jun 5, 2019 |
Magic for a 9-10 year old
  lindabburke.7 | May 26, 2019 |
I really enjoyed this children's classic. The evolution of the characters was great and the friendship among the children was done very well. The description of the garden really made it come to life. Although there were some passages in the beginning that made me cringe (most that involved the native Indians), most of the book seems to have stood the test of time ( )
  Cora-R | May 21, 2019 |
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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.
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The seeds Dickon and Mary had planted grew as if fairies had tended them. Satiny poppies of all tints danced in the breeze by the score, gaily defying flowers which had lived in the garden for years and which it might be confessed seemed rather to wonder how such new people had got there. And the roses—the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sundial, wreathing the tree trunks, and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garlands falling in cascades—they came alive day by day, hour by hour. Fair, fresh leaves and buds— and buds—tiny at first, but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.
And over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept, and in the grass under the trees and the gray urns in the alcoves and here and there everywhere were touches or splashes of gold and purple and white and the trees were showing pink and snow above his head and there were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and scents and scents. And the sun fell warm upon his face like a hand with a lovely touch. And in wonder Mary and Dickon stood and stared at him.
They always called it Magic and indeed it seemed like it in the months that followed--the wonderful months--the radiant months--the amazing ones. Oh! the things which happened in that garden! If you have never had a garden you cannot understand, and if you have had a garden you will know that it would take a whole book to describe all that came to pass there. At first it seemed that green things would never cease pushing their way through the earth, in the grass, in the beds, even in the crevices of the walls. Then the green things began to show buds and the buds began to unfurl and show color, every shade of blue, every shade of purple, every tint and hue of crimson. In its happy days flowers had been tucked away into every inch and hole and corner. Ben Weatherstaff had seen it done and had himself scraped out mortar from between the bricks of the wall and made pockets of earth for lovely clinging things to grow on. Iris and white lilies rose out of the grass in sheaves, and the green alcoves filled themselves with amazing armies of the blue and white flower lances of tall delphiniums or columbines or campanulas. "She was main fond o' them--she was", Ben Weatherstaff said.
It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses which were so thick that they were matted together. Mary Lennox knew they were roses because she had seen a great many roses in India. All the ground was covered with grass of a wintry brown and out of it grew clumps of bushes which were surely rosebushes if they were alive. There were numbers of standard roses which had so spread their branches that they were like little trees. There were other trees in the garden, and one of the things which made the place look strangest and loveliest was that climbing roses had run all over them and swung down long tendrils which made light swaying curtains, and here and there they had caught at each other or at a far-reaching branch and had crept from one tree to another and made lovely bridges of themselves. There were neither leaves nor roses on them now and Mary did not know whether they were dead or alive, but their thin gray or brown branches and sprays looked like a sort of hazy mantle spreading over everything, walls, and trees, and even brown grass, where they had fallen from their fastenings and run along the ground. It was this hazy tangle from tree to tree which made it all look so mysterious. Mary had thought it must be different from other gardens which had not been left all by themselves so long; and indeed it was different from any other place she had ever seen in her life.
There had once been a flowerbed in it, and she thought she saw something sticking out of the black earth- -some sharp little pale green points. She remembered what Ben Weatherstaff had said and she knelt down to look at them. "Yes, they are tiny growing things and they might be crocuses or snowdrops or daffodils," she whispered. She bent very close to them and sniffed the fresh scent of the damp earth. She liked it very much. "Perhaps there are some other ones coming up in other places," she said. "I will go all over the garden and look." She did not skip, but walked. She went slowly and kept her eyes on the ground. She looked in the old border beds and among the grass, and after she had gone round, trying to miss nothing, she had found ever so many more sharp, pale green points, and she had become quite excited again. "It isn't a quite dead garden," she cried out softly to herself. "Even if the roses are dead, there are other things alive." She did not know anything about gardening, but the grass seemed so thick in some of the places where the green points were pushing their way through that she thought they did not seem to have room enough to grow. She searched about until she found a rather sharp piece of wood and knelt down and dug and weeded out the weeds and grass until she made nice little clear places around them. "Now they look as if they could breathe," she said, after she had finished with the first ones. "I am going to do ever so many more. I'll do all I can see. If I haven't time today I can come tomorrow." She went from place to place, and dug and weeded, and enjoyed herself so immensely that she was led on from bed to bed and into the grass under the trees.
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One of the illustrators of The Secret Garden, Inga Moore, says, “I read a passage describing how Mary feels when she first sees the robin, sitting in a tree, singing its winter song.   The image of the little girl in the big, bare garden looking up at this tiny point of color and life leaped into my mind and asked to be drawn.”
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Mistress Mary is quite contrary until she helps her garden grow. Along the way, she manages to cure her sickly cousin Colin, who is every bit as imperious as she. These two are sullen little peas in a pod, closed up in a gloomy old manor on the Yorkshire moors of England, until a locked-up garden captures their imaginations and puts the blush of a wild rose in their cheeks; "It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of roses which were so thick, that they matted together.... 'No wonder it is still,' Mary whispered. 'I am the first person who has spoken here for ten years.'" As new life sprouts from the earth, Mary and Colin's sour natures begin to sweeten. For anyone who has ever felt afraid to live and love, The Secret Garden's portrayal of reawakening spirits will thrill and rejuvenate. Frances Hodgson Burnett creates characters so strong and distinct, young readers continue to identify with them even 85 years after they were conceived. (Ages 9 to 12)

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Ten-year-old Mary comes to live in a lonely house on the Yorkshire moors and discovers an invalid cousin and the mysteries of a locked garden.

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