A spoiled girl. A gloomy manor. A garden nobody was supposed to find.
Mary Lennox arrives at her uncle’s fog-drenched Yorkshire estate, disagreeable, unloved, and entirely unbothered about it. The manor has a hundred rooms, a hundred secrets, and something or someone wailing behind the walls at night. The moors offer no comfort. The servants offer no answers. But the robin knows something. Behind a curtain of ivy lies a garden, locked away and forgotten for ten long years. Mary opens the door anyway. And that, as it turns out, is the most rebellious — and most miraculous — thing she will ever do.