| | Hmm...I don't know why but I feel like posting about books. :)
I was doing quick rate on my flixter application on Facebook, and one of the movies that came up was the Secret Garden. I was amazed, I haven't thought of that book in years. As I thoght about it I remembered the plot and hat I used to quite love the story. :) When I was young I would lie in bed reading until late late late....like 10:00!!! The flights of fancy my imagination would take were magnificent. The secret garden was one of my favorites, a young girl (like myself) is brought from her home to a place utterly foreign to her. (That it was an english manor made it all the more appealing and probably foreign to me) An austere uncle and strange housekeeper make her plight magnificently dreadful, and drew my empathy. The poor thing must live there coping with with the oddness. That she is not perfect caused me to like her more. Then I loved the maid who became her friend, the maid who was an older daughter of a large family, with an adorable brother, Colin, who is a friend of wild things. Add to all these wonderful elements a mysterious moaning in the night and an invalid cousin, and the story's magnificence grows. As we get to know the cousin, we hate him and love him in turn. And then, the Secret Garden itself is discovered. What more magical mysterious place can there be than a highly walled garden to which no one holds the key, and everyone has forgotten the door. Inside there must be beautiful exotic plants, and perhaps a fairy land. When Mary finally enters the garden it is not like we thought, but through love and care and hard work, it blossoms. And in the end, the invalid cousin walks, the austere uncle becomes happy, and we are happy, because the friends we have made in the book are happy.
I love my books. and happy memories.
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| | Posted 12/8/2007 6:26 PM - 77 views - 5 comments
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