When cholera takes Mary’s family in India, she is sent to live with her only remaining relative in England. Archibald Craven doesn’t know anything about caring for a bereaved young girl. Even his servants aren’t sure what to do with the sour creature. Soon the secrets of her new home intrigue her. And the wind coming off the moors begins to work a magic that just might change her and all others who find their way to the secret garden… I first read this book back when I was a tweenager (11, 12, or 13) and vaguely remembered it being both sad and sweet. This might be why I never watched the movie. Sometimes they leave out characters that are essential (like Tom Bombadil) or change details that really annoy me (still mad about “Where the Red Fern Grows” decades later—spoilers beg me to elaborate but I hate spoilers). Not sure how one could ruin the ending of this particular book, but I still don’t think I should risk it.