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Hodgson Burnett, Frances: - Frances Hodgson Burnett was a British-American novelist and playwright. She is best known for the three children's novels Little Lord Fauntleroy (published in 1885-1886), A Little Princess (1905), and The Secret Garden (1911). Beginning in the 1880s, Burnett began to travel to England frequently and in the 1890s bought a home there, where she wrote The Secret Garden. Her elder son, Lionel, died of tuberculosis in 1890, which caused a relapse of the depression she had struggled with for much of her life. She divorced Swan Burnett in 1898, married Stephen Townsend in 1900, and divorced him in 1902. A few years later she settled in Nassau County, New York, where she died in 1924 and is buried in Roslyn Cemetery.
This stunning Oxford Children's Classic edition is the perfect introduction to The Secret Garden-the ultimate story of friendship. Features the complete unabridged text, an introduction by Geraldine McCaughrean, and other bonus material including insights for readers, facts, activities, and more . .
Moore draws on her own love of the English countryside to create breathtaking illustrations for this classic retelling of Burnett's beloved story. Full color.
The classic children's story, now available in a new package A classic piece of children's literature first published as a novel in 1911, Frances Hodgson Burnett's The Secret Garden is a story of transformation and renewal. Unwanted by her parents, Mary Lennox, a spoiled, selfish young girl is raise
A writer of popular stories for children and adults, Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849-1924) was regarded as a born storyteller, with a talent for creating memorable characters whose state of affairs frequently improved as the narrative progressed. The Secret Garden , one of her best-loved works for you
'She put her hand in her pocket, drew out the key, and found it fitted the keyhole . . . she held back the swinging curtain of ivy and pushed back the door which opened slowly. Then she slipped through it, looking about her and breathing quite fast with excitement and wonder and delight. She was sta
