So, I took up Carrie's challenge to read a book from one of her favorite authors. Since I've been blogging which led to reading other people's thoughts and memories of books, Anne of Green Gables has come up numerous times, reminding me that I had never read it, so Lucy Maud Montgomery's flagship work was the obvious choice.
Now, I've heard that she was wordy, and that there was lots of narrative in her books. That's not necessarily a determent to my literary-fiction loving self, but I laughed when the first sentence -- the very first sentence - was 16 lines long, with 139 words with 9 commas and 3 semicolons.
But it was a simple sentence at the end of the third chapter that caused my eyes to fill with tears that made me know that I was forever a member of the Anne with an "E" fan club: "And upstairs, in the east gable, a lonely, heart-hungry, friendless child cried herself to sleep" (p. 36).
And the rest defies words. I loved this imaginative girl, and the spinster and her brother whose lives she cheered, and the kindness and joy of bosom friends, kindred spirits, friendly competition, happy tears, sad tears, dresses with puffed sleeves and flounces, and second chances.
So, yes, I finally read this book that has been beloved by many. They might have had a jump start on me, knowing and loving Anne for twenty years or so, but now I love her too.