Anne of Green Gables

Anne of Green Gables / Lucy Maud Montgomery

From the moment I turned the first pages of Anne, I knew it would be one of my all-time favorites for the rest of my life. I'm not quite certain as to which one caught my attention first, the movie or the book, although I'm strongly inclined to think it was tho book that came to me first. Anywho, the on-going word after word monologue that went two to three pages long at a time of the complete and unabridged version didn't deter me from reading and rereading it whenever the craving for Anne-foolishness crept into me every now and then. All in all, I think I've read the book a minimum of five times. The only thing stopping me from doing so, again, is because the book has gone missing.

I love the story of Anne's life so much because it is the childhood I never had. She grew up in what is depicted as the most beautiful countryside village on Prince Edward's Island, called Avonlea. The name of the Cuthbert's place itself presents the floral paradise at which I wouldn't mind spending all my time.

The other aspect of Anne that amazes me is her eternal optimism. She is constantly looking to better herself and no task is too daunting as long as you the companion of a bossom friend or a wild imagination. She does have her faults, but they all seem to compose her in to a more colourful and somehow refined being.

I know this sounds cliched, but I beleive it to be true among all avid readers. I use to let myself float away with my imagination and walk along the roads of Avonlea with Anne as she traverses the canvas of the little village, looking for something pleasant to record in her book of memories, something askew to set astraight, and always finding something beautiful in every morsel of life that she encounters along the way.

Anne, at Green Gables, will always be my favourite escape.