The Secret Garden (illustrated)

THE SECRET GARDEN by Frances Hodgson Burnett.

“One of the greatest books ever written for children.” (Jeffrey Masson)
One of the Top 100 Chapter Books, according to a poll by the School Library Journal.
One of the Teachers’ Top 100 Books for Children, according to a poll by the National
Education Association.
This edition includes colour illustrations by Charles Robinson and a cover design based on the classic illustration by Maria L. Kirk.

READERS’ REVIEWS
“This was the very first book I read by myself, and my dad insists I read this book to him over 1000 times. It’s one of the few picture books I keep on my shelf, rather than my son’s.”
“One of the best children's books of the twentieth century...”
“Reading this book brought back childhood memories. Loved every minute. Had to read right to the end. Could not put it down.”
“There’s just something magical about that secret garden.”
“Burnett’s children’s books have lasted because of an unfakeable quality of precise realism and observation – combined with an equally unfakeable hopefulness about the human condition.” (A.S. Byatt)
“This unusual story has proved to be the most lasting of Burnett's literary legacy. Perhaps that shouldn't surprise us, given how ahead of its time it was. In The Secret Garden, the orphan Mary's rightful inheritance is ultimately herself and the natural world, the ability to speak truth to others and to have it spoken back to her – to live a full life of both the body and the imagination.” (The Guardian)

EXTRACT FROM THE SECRET GARDEN:
“What was this under her hands which was square and made of iron and which her finger found a hole in?
It was the lock of the door which had been closed ten years and she put her hand in her pocket, drew out the key and found it fitted the keyhole. She put the key in and turned it. It took two hands to turn it, but it did turn. And then she took a long breath and looked behind her up the long walk to see if anyone was coming. No one was coming. No one ever did it seemed, and she took another long breath, because she could not help it, and she held back the swinging curtain of ivy and pushed back the door that opened slowly – slowly. Then she slipped through it, and shut it behind her, and stood with her back against it, looking about her and breathing quite fast with excitement, and wonder, and delight.
She was standing inside the secret garden...”