I had not read any of the accolades on this book before reading it. I picked it up because it intrigued me, quietly and simply.
I didn’t expect to be so immersed, or for it to bring up so much of The Secret Garden (by Frances Hodgson Burnett). Frances Hodgson Burnett is largely responsible for me wanting to learn how to craft a story. But more than that, to craft a story that people can fall into, fall in love with, and never want to leave.
I’m still reading her books, all these years later. They still resonate, still inspire me.
And apparently Kate Morton feels the same way about Frances. Because not only does The Forgotten Garden takes The Secret Garden, grows it up and deepens it. She adds a family history, takes the male cousin and makes it another female, shakes and stirs and just adds so much to the tradition it humbles me.
I really wish I could write like this.
But I am so glad that someone out there does, in fact, write for girls like me. Girls who want to go beyond the Secret Garden and find out the mystery of life.
Oh, and to add Burnett as a character in the novel? Near where the secret garden and the maze was?