This is a nice novel about the magic of life. It's a story driven by the beautiful writing, and the magic of words. It's not a story driven by the storyline and/or action.
The story is rather boring and really slow. Things, I normally wouldn't like. None the less, I really liked it. I was curious to see what was going on with Mary. I thought I was about to get a quick read and enjoyment, but now that I've read it, I know why it wasn't that fast paced. Instead, it was beautiful.”Where you tend a rose my lad, a thistle cannot grow.”
This book is filled with the beauty of words from the first few pages. It's something I haven't really been that much into before. I don't really care about the writing style. As long as I enjoy the story, everything's good. After reading this book though, I think I get what the writing is about. Now I've seen the beauty of it. And this writing is old, the book was written in 1911, so of course it takes some getting used to, but once I did, I really enjoyed reading this gem.
It's not the perfect book. And I'm not sure if this would be the right choice if you're looking for a book to read aloud to your kids. Still, this is one of the most beautiful novels I've ever read.