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The Forgotten Garden Review

“The Forgotten Garden” by Kate Morton is a great book, weaving from past to present. A little girl, Nell,  is abandoned on a ship in 1913 with only a small suitcase. A man, Hugh, finds her on the ship, takes her in, and raises her with his wife. The girl is never told of her origins until her 21st birthday. After finding out, she withdraws from the family and sets out on a search to find her real family. Later on, it is not her but her granddaughter, Cassandra, that unravels the mystery that was left after her death.

This book is a thick book, 545 pages, but its probably one of the best books I have read in a long time. It made me laugh, cry, and laugh again. With every turn of the page comes friendship, love, heart break, and betrayal. Once you start reading this book, it’s hard to put down. Bravo Kate Morton!

Amazons Review: Amazon Best of the Month, April 2009: Like Frances Hodgson Burnett’s beloved classic The Secret Garden, Kate Morton’s The Forgotten Garden takes root in your imagination and grows into something enchanting–from a little girl with no memories left alone on a ship to Australia, to a fog-soaked London river bend where orphans comfort themselves with stories of Jack the Ripper, to a Cornish sea heaving against wind-whipped cliffs, crowned by an airless manor house where an overgrown hedge maze ends in the walled garden of a cottage left to rot. This hidden bit of earth revives barren hearts, while the mysterious Authoress’s fairy tales (every bit as magical and sinister as Grimm’s) whisper truths and ignite the imaginary lives of children. As Morton draws you through a thicket of secrets that spans generations, her story could cross into fairy tale territory if her characters weren’t clothed in such complex flesh, their judgment blurred by the heady stench of emotions (envy, lust, pride, love) that furtively flourished in the glasshouse of Edwardian society. While most ache for a spotless mind’s eternal sunshine, the Authoress meets the past as “a cruel mistress with whom we must all learn to dance,” and her stories gift children with this vital muscle memory. —Mari Malcolm

One Response

  1. You are making it hard for me to avoid this book until Fall…LOL 🙂

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