Marie is a novel written by Laura E. Richards. The story revolves around the life of a young girl named Marie who grows up in a small town in Maine during the late 19th century. Marie is a curious and adventurous child who loves to explore the world around her. She is fascinated by nature and spends most of her time outdoors, exploring the woods and the nearby river.As Marie grows older, she becomes more aware of the world outside of her small town. She begins to question the traditional gender roles that society has ...
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Marie is a novel written by Laura E. Richards. The story revolves around the life of a young girl named Marie who grows up in a small town in Maine during the late 19th century. Marie is a curious and adventurous child who loves to explore the world around her. She is fascinated by nature and spends most of her time outdoors, exploring the woods and the nearby river.As Marie grows older, she becomes more aware of the world outside of her small town. She begins to question the traditional gender roles that society has assigned to women and dreams of a life beyond the confines of her hometown. Despite the challenges she faces, Marie remains determined to pursue her dreams and carve out a life of her own.Throughout the novel, Richards explores themes of identity, gender, and the struggle for independence. She paints a vivid picture of life in rural Maine during the late 19th century, capturing the beauty of the natural world and the challenges faced by those who dared to dream of something more.Overall, Marie is a compelling and thought-provoking novel that will appeal to readers who enjoy historical fiction, coming-of-age stories, and tales of adventure and self-discovery.1894. Prolific writer of children's books, Richards is credited with pioneering American writing of nonsense verses for children, but she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for a biography of her mother, Julia Ward Howe, the social reformer who wrote the words to the Battle Hymn of the Republic. The book begins: Marie was tired. She had been walking nearly the whole day, and now the sun was low in the west, and long level rays of yellow light were spreading over the country, striking the windows of a farmhouse here and there into sudden flame, or resting more softly on treetops and hanging slopes. They were like fiddle-bows, Marie thought; and at the thought she held closer something that she carried in her arms, and murmured over it a little, as a mother coos over her baby. It seemed a long time since she had run away from the troupe: she would forget all about them soon, she thought, and their ugly faces. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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