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THE SECRET GARDEN by Frances Hodgson Burnett
I still get a warm fuzzy feeling when I think about this book and its overgrown secret garden that eventually becomes what it should have been all along. You let a few weeds get out of control and BAM—beauty gets buried. (The story of my backyard life.) But of course, there's more to the story, where people grow.
First Line: When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle, everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen.
End Line: And by his side, with his head up in the air and his eyes full of laughter, walked as strongly and steadily as any boy in Yorkshire—Master Colin!
One of my favorite lines is the first sentence of Chapter 27. “And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.”
This is sappy, but deep in my hardened heart I think of hope like that.
Inside every person is a seed of hope. Sometimes we keep it a secret or pile (life) things on it. Sometimes we deny or ignore hope, but it's there waiting. When we allow hope to bloom, in our hearts, new miracles unfold.
I told you it was sappy. I blame THE SECRET GARDEN.