I'm currently reading the Anne of Green Gables series for the third time. I first completed the 6 Anne books and the 2 "other" books that are about her children (but still have her in them) two summers ago and was completely enraptured. I decided to reread the series every spring/summer. Last year, I got sidetracked in June after getting about half-way through the 5th book (I think). Hopefully I'll do better this time around, but with all my other books ...
But anyway, yes, here I am at 19 reading Anne of Green Gables. You just can't put age limits on good literature. The Anne books have a special place in my heart, right along with Little Women (oh yeah, I need to reread that one again). I absolutely adore them. I love being taken on the journey of Anne's life, going through her ups and downs, watching her grow up and get married. I cried at many points during the story, so deeply touched by all the facets of life, love, and even death that L. M. Montgomery so eloquently captured.
Unfortunately, my memories and emotions about the subject are a bit rusty and this isn't coming out as well as I wanted it to. I'll have to post more as I go along. I'll try to remembert to post a little update after I finish each book.
But anyway, yes, here I am at 19 reading Anne of Green Gables. You just can't put age limits on good literature. The Anne books have a special place in my heart, right along with Little Women (oh yeah, I need to reread that one again). I absolutely adore them. I love being taken on the journey of Anne's life, going through her ups and downs, watching her grow up and get married. I cried at many points during the story, so deeply touched by all the facets of life, love, and even death that L. M. Montgomery so eloquently captured.
Unfortunately, my memories and emotions about the subject are a bit rusty and this isn't coming out as well as I wanted it to. I'll have to post more as I go along. I'll try to remembert to post a little update after I finish each book.
"Anne dropped on her knees and gazed out into the June morning, her eyes glistening with delight. Oh, wasn't it beautiful? Wasn't it a lovely place? Suppose she wasn't really going to stay here! She would imagine she was. There was scope for imagination here.
"A huge cherry-tree grew outside, so close that its boughs tapped against the house, and it was so thick-set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen. On both sides of the house was a big orchard, one of apple-trees and one of cherry-trees, also showered over with blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were lilac-trees purple with flowers, and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind.
"Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally. Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible.
"Off to the left were the big barns and beyond them, away down over green, low-sloping fields, was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea.
"Anne's beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in. She had looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as lovely as anything she had ever dreamed."
"A huge cherry-tree grew outside, so close that its boughs tapped against the house, and it was so thick-set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen. On both sides of the house was a big orchard, one of apple-trees and one of cherry-trees, also showered over with blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were lilac-trees purple with flowers, and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind.
"Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally. Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible.
"Off to the left were the big barns and beyond them, away down over green, low-sloping fields, was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea.
"Anne's beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in. She had looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as lovely as anything she had ever dreamed."
