I started the year with a plan to reread some of my favorite childhood books. While I haven’t managed to start any of them yet, I did get my hands on a story that should have been on that list. Anne of Green Gables! Wyrms, I have no idea how this book wasn’t on my radar as a kid, because I was obsessed with the movies and television show, Road to Avonlea.
Fall in love with spirited, redheaded orphan Anne Shirley as she wins the hearts of everyone in the small town of Avonlea in this beloved children’s classic.
For generations, readers have been charmed by the special world of Green Gables, an old-fashioned farm outside a town called Avonlea. Eleven-year-old Anne Shirley has arrived in this verdant corner of Prince Edward Island only to discover that the Cuthberts—elderly Matthew and his stern sister, Marilla—want to adopt a boy, not a feisty redheaded girl. But before they can send her back, Anne—who simply must have more scope for her imagination and a real home—wins them over completely.
I am so sad that I didn’t read this book when I was young. I always saw Anne as a silly little girl who got lost in her thoughts, but after watching Anne with an E (one of the best book to television adaptations I’ve ever seen) and reading the book as an adult, I can see just how relatable Anne has always been for me. She was never just a silly girl. She escaped into stories and her imagination for survival as the world told her, over and over, that she was not wanted.
“Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing!”Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
I am usually not a huge fan of classic literature, but this story had me cracking up the more I read it. Between the lively writing and Anne’s hijinks, I am just so happy when I sit down to read it. I think the original book is the perfect balance between the darker Netflix show and the sunshine filled films. Anne doesn’t shy away from telling her past as it was, but it isn’t in any way graphic or the forefront of the narrative.
Happy International Women’s Day, BookWyrms! Drop me a comment and let me know who your favorite female author is. I have so many, it is hard to choose. Lucy Maud Montgomery is definitely at the top of my list though. If you haven’t yet, be sure to sign up for my newsletter. I’m giving away a copy of the next book I review, and you don’t want to miss it! Happy reading, BookWyrms!