A Secret Princess
(Sprache: Englisch)
A surprising and romantic YA retelling-mashup of A Little Princess and The Secret Garden by bestselling authors Margaret Stohl and Melissa de la Cruz.
Best friends Mary Lennox, Sara Crewe, and Cedric Erroll have each other, and they are the only...
Best friends Mary Lennox, Sara Crewe, and Cedric Erroll have each other, and they are the only...
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A surprising and romantic YA retelling-mashup of A Little Princess and The Secret Garden by bestselling authors Margaret Stohl and Melissa de la Cruz.Best friends Mary Lennox, Sara Crewe, and Cedric Erroll have each other, and they are the only reason boarding school isn t completely insufferable.
Tragically, Mary s father passes away after he's stripped of his fortune, leaving her orphaned and with just one possession: a ticket to a ship that will bring her to the home of her last living relative, in America. But Cedric can't bear to say goodbye, and reveals that he s the son of an earl with endless riches . . . and a huge estate that the three of them can run away to, leaving the boarding school--and thoughts of America--behind.
That s when Sara and Cedric discover that there's more to them than friendship, and Mary begins spending time with a handsome local boy--a relationship that quickly blossoms into romance.
It turns out that Maythem Estate is more than just a getaway--it's a secret garden of budding romance.
Filled with charm, romance, and swoon, and inspired by some of classic literature's most beloved characters, The Secret Princess is the perfect blend of A Little Princess and The Secret Garden-- and the perfect companion to Jo & Laurie.
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PrologueBritish Raj, 1858
Mary Lennox met a genie once.
It came to her when she was eight years old, in the depths of those five dismal days between when her mother, Mrs. Lennox, was alive and when Mary knew for certain that she was dead.
Mary knew her mother in that distant, reverent, and mysterious way that others knew creatures of myth. In fact, when Mary woke that first morning to find her mother gone, she was quick to assume she had just left, as she often did. A socialite to the last, her mother found the seclusion of motherhood in Calcutta indescribably dull. Every night, Mrs. Lennox would leave their bungalow of hushed voices and long shadows to scent out entertainment elsewhere. Sometimes Mrs. Lennox would return home the morning after a night of dinners and parties. Sometimes the morning after that. One could never be entirely certain, least of all Mary. Mr. Lennox was rarely home himself; too many new fortunes to exploit.
On the second day of her mother s vanishing, Mary asked her ayah where her mother had gone.
Her ayah was a woman of callused fingertips and herb-scented skin, charged to mind Mary since the day of her birth. She was younger than Mrs. Lennox, but with four children of her own, and Mary often wished she could have been her fifth. Because she knew, in some unformed way, that she like her family truly belonged neither to this country she loved so dearly, nor to this woman she loved even more.
But her ayah would tell Mary many things. She would tell her stories of how the sun came to hang in the sky, how the sea became so wide, how the stars became so bright. Even so, she never lied. Not until now.
She looked Mary in her eyes and did not blink when she said, She will return soon.
On the fourth day, Mary stood before her mother s portrait and studied it intently. She d begun to lose bits of Mrs. Lennox. Her eyes: a dark and luxurious blue, while Mary s
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were the dusty brown of desert sand. Her skin: an angelic alabaster, while Mary s was a jaundiced yellow. Her voice: light and pleasant to the ear, while Mary s was grating and loud. Now, these were not opinions Mary s young mind had formed about herself. They were widely known and discussed regularly by Mrs. Lennox and her husband, when he was not too busy chasing his fortune as a merchant to join them. Even then, Mary s mother seemed indifferent to her only child; Mary remembered clearly watching her mother cover her ears during dinner upon hearing her daughter s laugh for the first time. From that point forward, Mary endeavored not to laugh in her mother s presence.
On the fifth day, the genie came to her.
Mary saw its blurred and fleeting image through the tears she shed into her pillow that night. It was a figure that could have been mistaken for a person if it hadn t been for the living embers that served for eyes, the whipping flame that served for a tongue, and the crackling black magma that served for skin.
It sat at the edge of her vision, perched rather primly on a damask chaise and smoking a long, queer pipe.
I m dreaming, she said immediately, before her mind could draw its usually fantastical and far-from-reasonable conclusions.
Oh yes, the genie said. Its breath smelled of burnt bread, and its voice snapped like a campfire. Or, at least, that is what I m sure they will say when you tell them you have seen me.
The hungry curiosity that had earned Mary the name pishi from her ayah now came creeping forward.
Am I not dreaming? she asked. Even though she was cold with fear, an excitement like the genie s eyes burned in her chest.
There are many tears in this city, the creature said in answer. But yours must be the loudest. I was passing t
On the fifth day, the genie came to her.
Mary saw its blurred and fleeting image through the tears she shed into her pillow that night. It was a figure that could have been mistaken for a person if it hadn t been for the living embers that served for eyes, the whipping flame that served for a tongue, and the crackling black magma that served for skin.
It sat at the edge of her vision, perched rather primly on a damask chaise and smoking a long, queer pipe.
I m dreaming, she said immediately, before her mind could draw its usually fantastical and far-from-reasonable conclusions.
Oh yes, the genie said. Its breath smelled of burnt bread, and its voice snapped like a campfire. Or, at least, that is what I m sure they will say when you tell them you have seen me.
The hungry curiosity that had earned Mary the name pishi from her ayah now came creeping forward.
Am I not dreaming? she asked. Even though she was cold with fear, an excitement like the genie s eyes burned in her chest.
There are many tears in this city, the creature said in answer. But yours must be the loudest. I was passing t
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Autoren-Porträt von Margaret Stohl, Melissa De la Cruz
Margaret Stohl is a #1 New York Times bestselling author, she has been published in fifty countries and thirty-two languages and has sold more than ten million books worldwide. She has published fifteen novels and graphic novels, as well as contributed to several games and countless comics since her debut. Learn more at mstohl.com and follow Margie on Twitter @mstohl and on Instagram @margaret_stohl.Melissa de la Cruz is the #1 New York Times, #1 Publisher s Weekly and #1 IndieBound bestselling author of many critically acclaimed and award-winning novels for readers of all ages. Her books have topped USA Today, Wall Street Journal and Los Angeles Times bestseller lists and have been published in more than twenty countries with over ten million copies in print. Her latest books include Never After, a middle grade fairytale series and High School Musical: The Musical: The Series: The Road Trip. Melissa de la Cruz lives in West Hollywood with her husband and daughter.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autoren: Margaret Stohl , Melissa De la Cruz
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2022, Internationale Ausgabe, 400 Seiten, Maße: 13,9 x 20,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593531590
- ISBN-13: 9780593531594
- Erscheinungsdatum: 01.07.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for A Secret Princess:"Readers nostalgic for Burnett s Victorian world will enjoy this adaptation." Kirkus Reviews
A charming mash-up of Frances Hodgson Burnett s beloved classics A Secret Garden, A Little Princess, and Little Lord Fauntleroy . . . Emotionally-driven dialogue . . . and sophisticated language will keep readers, especially fans of Burnett s work, turning pages to see just how these distinct characters can define their futures. The Bulletin of the Center for Children s Books
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