"This is the story of a young woman's search for herself. It's whimsical and fun and sassy and pretty amazing, really. It's a window into a young woman's soul. Suitable for girls of any age."
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"Little Mary of the Rose and the Giant Baked Bean is a delightful tome for kids of all ages - droll as a limerick, sweet as a marigold, and magical as a dream..."
Bill Ratner ABC-TV

Book Details:

Paperback: 196 pages
Publisher: Elderberry Press (March 1, 2007)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1932762752
ISBN-13: 978-1932762754
Product Dimensions: 7.9 x 5 x 0.5 inches

Questions or concerns please write to mary @ LittleMaryoftheRose.com or call 213.420.8074

About the Author:

Mila Pesko hails from Curitiba, an environmentally conscious city in the south of Brazil. She lives in Los Angeles with her flying cat, Sam, where she spends her time looking for vampires and chasing her dreams. She can burp like a truck driver, Sponge Bob is her favorite TV show and, don’t tell anyone, she has ALL of Britney Spears CDs. This is her first book.

"I gave this book to my 8 year old nephew and my 5 year old niece because it's a lovely story with such heart and humor.  I read it first and just loved it.  My nephew started it and read a few pages every night until he finished it.  It's now one of his favorite books! My niece enjoyed having it read to her by her Mom and Dad and they too enjoyed the book. It's got universal appeal. All genders and all ages."
Lynn O.

"In a world where everyone blames the next person and no one takes responsibility for their own actions Little Mary shows kids the answers lie inside their own hearts."
Maureen D.

"As thick a plot as Harry Potter, as sweet a story as Little Miss Muffet..."
Bill R.

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If you're still not sure , here's the first chapter:

Chapter One

This story took place in Simpleton.
As in ‘simple’ ‘town’. Though Simpleton wasn’t really simple. Well, you know, it was full of people. And people are complicated. Very complicated…

There were many peculiar things about Simpleton. But only two that you must absolutely know. The first one was that Little Mary lived there. The second one was that Simpleton had a Zoo. Fine. So there’s nothing particularly peculiar about a Zoo. But this was not just any Zoo. It was a Giant Baked Bean Zoo. No, it was not the Zoo that was giant, it was the Beans in the Zoo that were giant. Little Mary of the Rose never went to her town’s Baked Bean Zoo. You see, she wasn’t particularly fond of Baked Beans. Or their smell. Let alone Giant Baked Beans. They were mean and ugly and doubly stinky. Little Mary had a habit of avoiding, at all costs, all things unpleasant. That’s why she never read the newspaper or watched the news. Little Mary of the Rose lived in a hole. But not a hole like you would imagine. Like a hole in the wall? You may ask. No, not at all. It was actually a hole in the ground. A very nice hole in the ground, I might add. She built it herself. I should say she dug it herself, right in the middle of the woods outside Simpleton.

Little Mary lived there, in her hole, with her little blue fish, Maurice, and her crumpled paper car, Crumpled Paper.
Well, Crumpled Paper didn’t really live in the hole with them. He lived outside in the garage that protected him from the rain, lest it would turn it into Papier Mache and the wind, lest it would blow it away.

Little Mary’s goal was to be, at all times, happy. Come what may. Go what may. Stay what may. She chased sadness away with a broom, a shoe, happy songs, happy thoughts… Really, just about anything she could get a hold of, delicately. She was never angry, or jealous, or even grumpy. Little Mary had always been very good at keeping such feelings away. Just like her mama had taught her! What a good girl…But there came a time in Little Mary’s little life when those feelings became more persistent and harder to fight off. Because truth be told you can’t really help what you feel. You can hide it. For a little while. But not forever. Sigh!

But, anyway! Little Mary of the Rose was not your average little girl, in case you haven’t already noticed. She was very special in her own special way. She ran her own little business all by herself. An agricultural business. It was not by chance that her last name was Rose, you know! Little Mary grew roses, and she sold them to hundreds of clients around town.I guess you could say Little Mary was a Roseologist. Because ‘rose’ means rose and ‘ologist’ means expert and Little Mary of the Rose was most certainly an expert in roses.Little Mary grew and knew every kind of rose there is. She knew what to feed them, how to water them and when to harvest them. She was really a kind of mad scientist when it came to roses. She had formulas and calculations.

But most impressive of all was the fact that some of Little Mary of the Rose’s roses were custom made. Really truly. If you wanted a rose the size of a watermelon, green and with purple spots, Little Mary would surely make it for you. Any size, any shape, any color. Well, almost any color… Because, you see, it was sort of strange. The only color she wasn’t able to create was blue. Every time she tried to create blue flowers they bloomed black. And every time that happened, she started over and tried again. At first, Little Mary didn’t mind it. She considered it a challenge and Little Mary didn’t mind challenges. But there came a time in Little Mary’s little life when she started getting more and more frustrated. After all, she had been trying to make blue roses for quite some time. Without any success. Not even blue dots.

Fred was just one of Little Mary’s many clients who wanted blue roses. Fred wanted blue roses to match his blue newspaper-stand. Blue was his favorite color. Fred was a nice guy. He was always trying to get Little Mary to read the newspaper even though Little Mary had told him over a thousand times that she didn’t read them.
“Miss Rose,” Fred would say. “Where are my blue roses?” “Not yet, Fred, not yet... Soon.” Little Mary replied. “I’m still working on them.” “Miss Rose,” he would say. “Would you like to see the papers?”
Fred was a very sweet man. Little Mary loved him despite his annoying habit. But there came a time in Little Mary’s little life when she just felt like screaming at him… There came a time in Little Mary’s little life when her mouth would say nice words while her eyes sucked back angry tears and her heart shrank and shivered. And her head couldn’t get over the fact that blue roses were still eluding her.

One Friday afternoon, Little Mary stopped by Fred’s for her usual soda and to deliver his not-yet-blue roses. “Miss Rose,” Fred said. “I know you don’t like the papers. But I thought you should know to be very careful tonight. Out there in the woods where you live without a phone and away from civilization. Because a vicious Giant Baked Bean has been reported missing from the zoo.”

The Giant Baked Bean Zoo. The stinking Giant Baked Bean Zoo. Nobody knew what Giant Baked Beans could do to you. But everybody feared them. Everybody, that is, but Little Mary. She didn’t like Baked Beans. Giant or not. She actually hated them. Though, she would never admit to that. Because for a girl as happy as she was, hate was not even part of her vocabulary. But I know that’s how she felt and so it is as good as true. Therefore, I’ll write it again: Little Mary hated Baked Beans. No, it’s not that she disliked their taste. She just didn’t care for their smell. Their “after” smell. Well, you know, the fact that Beans give you gas? To her it was one of the most useless, not to say disgusting, things a food could ever do to you and the people around you. It would be different if it smelled of roses. But obviously, it didn’t. And it doesn’t. Anyway… Little Mary didn’t like the Giant Baked Beans. But she didn’t fear them. She thought it was silly that most people did. She didn’t understand why the Beans should be kept locked up. Was it just because nobody could really tell what they would do if they were set free? I guess people thought that that, in itself,was a pretty good reason to keep them behind bars. You know, “just in case.” Come to think of it, it was the same reasonLittle Mary kept her “bad” feelings locked up.

But I digress. Little Mary went home that Friday and slept peacefully through the night.

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