My favorite book as a child was The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I still enjoy reading it, even now as an adult, but I read it voraciously when I was a kid. I can’t say it has influenced who I am as an adult, though. It was just a book, a way to pass the time and entertain myself as I didn’t have any friends growing up, and I wasn’t allowed to sit in front of the TV all day. I guess in a way I sympathized a bit with Mary, also being a very lonely child, though for reasons far different from what mine were. I also remember it being probably the first book I can look back and remember reading from cover to cover. I’m sure I read other books like that before I got around to The Secret Garden, but that’s the one that sticks out the most.
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