The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I admit I was charmed by this children's classic. It started out promising as the beginning of a great tragedy with a monstrous girl-child but thanks to a garden, an evil-looking gardener, and a magical robin, we learn that children OUGHT to run about unsupervised outside and get fattened up for the slaughter.
ALTERNATE VERSION OF THE CLASSIC:
The two kids, now happy and well-adjusted and delightful instead of being wailing banshees now have ruddy cheeks and (as we have been told by the author MANY TIMES) they're fattened-up.
In comes Hitchcockian Robins to feast on whatever has been left in the Secret Garden. No one will ever find their remains. :)
Ahh, alas, modern sensibilities. :) But no, nothing like that happens. It's actually rather delightful and maybe in a year or two I'll be reading this wonderful book to my girl.
I may or may not embellish a bit, tho. :)
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