I’m completely hooked and in love with the Anne of Green Gables series. How is it that in all my years I’ve never read these books? I think I tried once when I was very young, but probably found them too wordy. Now I hang on every description of Prince Edward Island and adore the way that Anne notices all the beauty in nature. There is such a simplicity in the way they lived I think, that they were able to see the beauty without a bunch of junk crowding it all up. They sewed, they read, they walked, they canned, they farmed, they baked, they talked to each other! Imagine that! It makes me think that just about everything else in life is taking away from life itself. Frankly, I’m quite sick of it all. Driving on the high way the other day I noticed all the big ugly billboards, all the unmatched and ugly stores and restaurants, all the words yelling at me everywhere. I want quiet! I don’t want all this stuff thrust in my face every time I wander outside my home. Anne of Green Gables has left me in a beautiful stupor of pretend land where roses bloom, and fir trees sing, and there isn’t a giant Rite Aid on every darn corner.
I am on book three presently, and I’m requesting the entire set for my bookshelves as a birthday gift. Here are some gems I gleaned from the first book.
“It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will. Of course, you must make it up firmly.”
“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I”ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep woods, and I’d look up into the sky-up-up-up-into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.”
There’s such a lot of different Anne’s in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.”
One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savour of clover fields and blasmatic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyes reverie, looking out past the bought of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blosson.
“Marilla, isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
I came to the conclusioin, Marilla, that I wasn’t born for city life and that I was glad of it. It’s nice to be eating ice-cream at brilliant restaurants at eleven o’clock at night once in awhile; but as a regular thing I’d rather in the east gable at eleven, sound asleep, but kind of knowing even in my sleep that the stars were shining outside and that the wind was blowing in the firs across the brook.”
“Did you see all the diamonds those ladies wore?” sighed Jane. They were simply dazzling. Wouldn’t you just love to be rich, girls?”
We are rich,” said Anne stanchly. “Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, and we’re happy as queens, and we’ve all got imaginations, more or less. Looks at that sea, girls, all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn’t enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. You wouldn’t change into any of those women if you could. Would you want to be that white lace girl and wear a sour look all your life, as if you’d been born turning up your nose at the world? Or the pink lady, kind and nice as she is, so stout and short that you’d really no figure at all? Or even Mrs. Evans, with that sad, sad look in her eyes?”
I’m just as ambitious as ever. Only, I’ve changed the object of my ambitions. I’m going to be a good teacher-and I’m going to save your eyesight. Besides, I mean to study at home here and take a little college coruse all by myself. OH, I’ve dozens of plans, Marilla. I’ve been thinking of them out for a week. I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return. When I left Queen’s my future seemed to stretch out before like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don’t know what lies around the bend, but I’m going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes-what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows-what new landscapes-what new beauties-what curves and hills and valleys further on.”