I am sure there is magic in everything, only we have not the sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us.
The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
Remember that feeling in childhood? Of being so swallowed up by the story you are reading that it becomes part of your life? That everything you see reminds you of something in the book, words remind you of words used by the characters, your games become games about those stories and the characters are so real they become your friends?
I see that in my daughter now.
We read The Secret Garden together and here she is, searching for what might lie behind the closed door, calling out to visiting robins and imagining that she is there with Mary, Dickon and Colin.
Magic. Pure magic.