书名：The Secret Garden秘密花园

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数970L
作者：Frances Hodgson Burnett
出版社名称：Canterbury Classics
出版时间：2013
语种：英文
ISBN：9781607107293
商品尺寸：12.7 x 1.5 x 19 cm
包装：精装
页数：216

美国女作家伯内特夫人的The Secret Garden《秘密花园》是一本畅销的经典儿童小说，它被一代代孩子不断重复阅读，是很多人童年时代记忆深刻的一本书。

整个世界就是一个花园，无论是孩子还是成人，人人都可能丢失开启这秘密花园的钥匙。痛苦是人心灵深处坚固的秘密，往往被人不由自主地坚守着。漫漫无期的压抑和时不时歇斯底里的发作，会不断侵蚀我们的灵魂。如果你总是心情糟糕、容易生气，就会慢慢看不见秘密花园里美妙的景色，感受不到沼泽地吹拂而来的和风。

此书用爱的魔力唤醒我们沉睡中的美丽花园，使我们和书中小主人公们的美好心灵息息相通。在阅读这本书的时候，读者们也可以充分感受到大自然那神奇的力量。《秘密花园》是公认的无年龄界限的经典之作，也是一部打通雅俗界限的文学作品。

本书为精装皮革版，适合书迷收藏或送礼。

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 raised in India by servants. When cholera breaks out killing her parents and most of the servants, Mary is sent to live with a mostly absent uncle in England. It seems as though no one cares for Mary, and that Mary will never care for anyone--until she steps into the secret garden, and her life begins to change. Now available from Canterbury Classics, this hopeful and beautiful novel is the perfect gift for every child--and every adult who remembers that first moment when he or she began to finally grow up.

The Secret Garden《秘密花园》主要讲述了一个任性而孤僻的富家小女孩玛丽因为一场突来的瘟疫变成了孤儿，被送往英国一处古老庄园里的亲戚家中收养。在幽僻宁静的乡野和淳朴的乡人中间，她的性情渐渐变得平易。一天深夜，循着神秘大宅长廊一端传来的隐隐哭声，她被带到了一个同样古怪而孤独的小生命面前。玛丽的表兄，大宅的少主人科林生来体弱，长年卧病在床，性情乖戾难测。为了帮助科林，玛丽带他进入了庄园里被关闭多年的秘密花园。孩子们在生机蓬勃的小天地里不受干扰地玩耍，学会了友爱待人，恢复了纯真快乐的天性。

When Mary Lennox is sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody says she is the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It is true, too. Mary is pale, spoilt and quite contrary. But she is also horribly lonely. Then one day she hears about a garden in the grounds of the Manor that has been kept locked and hidden for years. And when a friendly robin helps Mary find the key, she discovers the most magical place anyone could imagine...

弗朗西丝·霍奇森·伯内特，世界家喻户晓的儿童文学作家，1849年11月24日出生于英国曼彻斯特一个五金工厂主的家庭。1853年父亲去世，母亲继续经营，直到工厂倒闭。1865年随全家移民美国田纳西州。1872年与伯内特博士（Dr. S.M.Burnett）结婚，育有二子。1905年，正式成为美国公民。

Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849-1924) grew up in England, but she began writing what was to become The Secret Garden in 1909, when she was creating a garden for a new home in Long Island, New York. Burnett was already established as a novelist for adults when she turned to writing for children. Little Lord Fauntleroy, written for her two young boys; the play A Little Princess, which became the basis for the novel of the same name; and The Secret Garden are the works for which she is most warmly remembered.

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. So when she was a sickly. fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also. She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a shorter time than the first one. So if Mar had not chosen to really want to know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at all.

One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah.
“Why did you comet” she said to the strange woman. “I will not let you stay. Send my Ayahto me.”
The woman looked frightened, but she only stammered that the Ayah could not come and when Mary threw herself into a passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only more frightened and repeated that it was not possible for the Ayah to come to Missie Sahib.
There was something mysterious in the air that morning. Nothing was done in its regular order and several of the native servants seemed missing, while those whom Mary saw slunk or hurried about with ashy and scared faces. But no one would tell her anything and her Ayah did not come. She was actually left alone as the morning went on, and at last she wandered out into the garden and began to play by herself under a tree near the veranda. She pretended that she was making a flower-bed, and she stuck big scarlet hibiscus blossoms into little heaps of earth, all the rime growing more and more angry and muttering to herself the things she would say and the names she would call Saidie when she returned.