Underneath this cold snobbish exterior, lies a rather soft romantic. I keep her hidden, because
I am emotionally stunted happiness, flowers, romance, yuck. It’s important to feed all parts of your personality with good books, in fear of my heart one day turning to stone, that stimulate the soul and sentiment. They may not always teach you about your world, but at least you can escape what ails you.
I mean really, where would I be without I Capture the Castle, The Blue Castle, and now, Anne of Green Gables.
‘Everyone’s favorite redhead, the spunky Anne Shirley, begins her adventures at Green Gables, a farm outside Avonlea, Prince Edward Island. When the freckled girl realizes that the elderly Cuthberts wanted to adopt a boy instead, she begins to try to win them and, consequently, the reader, over.’ GoodReads.
Much like Pollyanna or Annie, Anne of Green Gables is the tale of one awesome young girl winning over the hearts of the adults than find themselves caring for her.
Anne isn’t easy to like, I felt as if I went on the same journey as the people of Avonlea. Anne is an annoying little girl, chatty, fiery and a chronic day-dreamer. She is so frightfully sincere, it made me feel ill. But, she grows on you. Montgomery is a master of character development, Anne really does morph from frustrating 11-year-old to sensible and generous 16-year-old in front of your eyes.
As with other atypical orphan stories, Anne brightens the world around her. Her adoptive parents changed with her; Matthew became braver around people, women, and Marilla became softer. They really did become her parents. Stuffy neighbours and fellow children improve in her company. I was surprised by the ending, even though it seemed inevitable. Anne’s progress is cut short, but at the time I suppose this wasn’t such a terrible character development. Personally, I’d have liked to see Anne at College as a sequel, rather than Anne at Avonlea.
For readers who prefer their romance in the ‘so subtle it’s almost assumption’ category, Anne and Gilbert are delightful. She hates him for the majority of the novel and I was happy with this.
Anne of Green Gables is the sort of children’s story I miss reading. One that feels as if it is as much for adults as it is for children, it reminded me of reading Eight Cousins by Louisa May Allcott. This is a novel which felt like I had stepped back into my childhood, it brought warm and fuzzy feelings far beyond the story. It was a perfect book to read on a Christmas Day.