It’s Book-of-the-Month Day, yo!
A short critique of L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables
Good morning, Dear Reader!
As usual, I intend to keep this review short and sweet.
Because that is exactly how I would describe this absolutely lovely piece of literature.
. . .
I’m not really sure how this one escaped me all these years. As a white girl from the northeastern suburbs of the US of A, you’d think this novel would have stumbled into my backpack somewhere along the lines.
Anyway, you may know that Anne was one of the 100 selected for my 100 Classics Reading Challenge.
And this one’s a keeper, friends.
. . .
For those of you who’ve never actually met me, you need to understand something:
While I am very much an opinionated, embracer of curse words and rock n’ roll, I’d say 75% of me is a combination of librarian, Mother Goose, and Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.
Hot, I know.
I absolutely love “innocent” things, and Anne has a delightfully-innocent appreciation for. . . well, pretty much everything.
She gets excited about the weather. The trees. The possibility that each day brings.
She reminds me of everything I hope to be:
Optimistic. Loving. A gentle spirit.
And she has vibrant red hair.
. . .
“But Anne, with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth’s own optimism. All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years–each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet” (Montgomery).
(hugs herself and smiles thoughtfully)
Yes, Anne. Yes.
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