I’ve been reading The Secret Garden all afternoon. It’s been lovely.
I like it because it’s a relatively girly book without being chicklit or romance. It’s just a nice story with great character development and plot. Classics are seriously the best.
It’s nice to read something, well, nice because this afternoon has been pretty down. I’ve been drinking tea and reading, and in this I’ve really realised how good simple joys are. They offer us comfort without being unhealthy, and offer a reprieve should we need one.
I’m going to go back to my book now. I don’t know what tomorrow will be like, but at least for now I have this moment.