The Secret Garden de Frances Hodgson BurnettThe Secret Garden de Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Secret Garden

deFrances Hodgson BurnettIllustrateurInga Moore

Couverture souple | 23 février 2010 | Anglais

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The beloved original text offered in a beautiful paperback edition by esteemed illustrator Inga Moore.

First published in 1911, The Secret Garden has entranced readers with the courage of two unhappy and withering children who become determined to make their lives, and the lives of others around them, more joyful. In this engaging unabridged edition, Inga Moore’s beautifully observed illustrations capture the magic of the secret garden springing to life under the tender care of Mary Lennox; her spoiled invalid cousin, Colin; and Dickon, a nature-loving Yorkshire boy.
Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849-1924) was born in Manchester, England, but moved to Knoxville, Tennessee, as a teenager. She wrote more than forty books and is most famous for Little Lord Fauntleroy, A Little Princess, and The Secret Garden.Inga Moore is a distinguished author and illustrator of children’s books whose illustrated titles ...
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Titre :The Secret GardenFormat :Couverture soupleDimensions de l'article :272 pages, 10,25 × 8,19 × 0,74 poDimensions à l'expédition :10,25 × 8,19 × 0,74 poPublié le :23 février 2010Publié par :Candlewick PressLangue :Anglais

Les ISBN ci-dessous sont associés à ce titre :

ISBN - 10 :0763647322

ISBN - 13 :9780763647322

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A handsome oversize edition Moore’s detailed ink and watercolor paintings portray the
English countryside and breathe life into the young protagonists.
—School Library Journal

Moore's illustrations open out like an invitation to walk in the garden ourselves.
—Toronto Star