May I have a bit of earth?

The books I've been reading lately, two out of a trilogy, have been giving me bad dreams. Like suspenseful dreams where I wake up all anxious and feel like throwing up because of it. It's okay though. They are pretty good books. Not the best. But perfect for light reading. I just finished the second one last night. It makes me so sad to finish a book. At least there is another in the series, so I'm not as sad as I would be had this been the last.
Sometimes I wish I lived in Mistlethwaite Manor and had a hunchback Uncle and mysterious Cousin and meddling Servants and a Secret Garden all my own.