#3 – Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
Genre: Historical Fiction, Children’s Classic
Page Numbers: 308 pages
Dates Read: 1/15/15 – 1/22/15
Plot in three lines or less: Talkative, imaginative, red-headed orphan Anne (with an ‘e’) is brought home to Green Gables on Prince Edward Island, and as soon as she arrives, she knows she wants to stay forever. The trouble is, elderly siblings Matthew & Marilla didn’t intend to keep a girl orphan at home, and she is the complete opposite in every way imaginable. They decide to raise her, and find that life is never the same again.
Recommended age for reading: Amazon suggest 9-12 years old. I would guess I read this all during those ages, and into high school.
New read or re-read? Re-read.
Would you read it again? Would you recommend it to others? Yes, I will definitely read this again, and would definitely recommend it to anyone.
Why did I pick it up? My best friend (that should be “bosom friend” 🙂 ) and I have had a mutual agreement for a little while now to reread this series, seeing as how we both were in love with that Anne girl, and devoured the first four books of the series. We both struggled with everything after “Anne’s House of Dreams” and had wanted to try and remedy that now, as adults. And because it really has been too long since I read them.
Favorite Line: There are too many to name. I uploaded a picture of one of my all time favorites.
Other Notes: There are quite a few things about this book I remembered from this most current read.
— This book gave me an unquenchable desire to visit Canada, and specifically, Prince Edward Island, as a little girl.
— My book has been so used that the cover is almost completely off. There is a small part of me that thinks it should be replaced, and then the larger part of me that rears her head and screams “HELL, NO YOU’RE NEVER REPLACING THIS BOOK!” because of all the memories I have associated with it.
— I always wanted to be Anne when I was younger. I wished and wished I had red hair. The day my mother told me that I did in fact have red highlights in my hair, I about swooned from the sheer happiness of the thought (even though Miss Anne has a low opinion of said red hair).
— I always wanted to have an imagination just like Anne’s. Like Anne’s time before she arrived at the Cuthbert’s home, I didn’t have the best of childhoods. I didn’t realize that I could IMAGINE so much of what happened away by seeing the wonder in everything around me, and by the time I realized I could, I was so jaded from things that imagining them better just didn’t work. And that thought makes me incredibly sad.
— That thought leads me to believe that I try and act more like her now than I ever did as a child. I laugh at things that most others might now, and love to use long, flowery words, and am more active in my imagination now than I ever was as a child. I guess part of that credit NEEDS to go to these books, now that I’ve reread them as an adult, and can remember as clear as day just how much of an impact they had on me.
— Rereading it this time felt like I was becoming reacquainted with a best friend. I thrilled when she made new discoveries, saw new beauties, gasped when she smacked Gilbert on the head, cried when she went through her hardships. I FELT EVERYTHING. There was not one page where I did not have a Shower of All The Feelings, and it was both SO hard to go through, and SO good to go through all at the same time.
— Every single time Anne spoke about having to grow up, I was a sobbing, blubbery mess. Seriously. I think it is because the last couple of months have been filled with a lot of myself, and there is a part of me that is excited for my own “great change” and yet another part of me that wishes the old ways never had to end.
— And don’t even get me started on Matthew’s chapter at the end. I had to put off when I was reading it because I was about to drive to work, and I knew if I read it when I did, I would be sobbing all the way to work. (As it is, I read it during my lunch break that day, and sobbed through my lunch break instead. What can I say?)
— I did NOT want it to end. I would never want it to end. If there was a way for me to LIVE in any book, it would be hard not to want to choose this one. (Though, seriously, can’t I just live in them all?)
— I own the soundtrack to the movies these inspired. I absolutely LOVED those as well, when I was in high school and college. It’s been several years since I saw them, and I think it high time I add them to my movie collection. I pulled out the soundtrack, and listened to it again, and I had to get out an umbrella, because the Shower of All The Feels just wouldn’t stop!
In all truth and honesty, if you ever have any inkling to pick up this book, you should.
Grand Total: 113