A is for Anne of Green Gables

I just started reading Anne of Green Gables. I was in the kiddie section of the library with my daughter on Sunday and the book was displayed on top of a shelf with a piece of paper sticking out of it that said something like, “Emily thinks this book rocks!”

I have not read the book, but I watched the series on PBS with my mom when I was in high school. I don’t remember anything about the story. What I do remember is that my mom and I had about 6 hours invested into this series that my dad recorded for us. It was the last episode and my mom and I stayed up late to watch the end. We were both on the edge of our seats, sobbing like babies when the tape ended. Ants…snow…static…call it what you will, all I know is that I never saw the end of the movie. Mom and I just sat there, stunned. We looked at each other with this shocked, what-the-hell-just-happened, stare. We looked back at the TV…then at each other…TV…each other. That’s the only time I ever proposed to my mother that we attack my father.

I love to read. When I was a child, we lived about 1/2 mile from the public library. In the summer, we’d go to the library (because it was so well air conditioned) and read for hours. I would bring home stacks of paperbacks and would often stay up until 2 or 3 AM to finish a book. I could read 5 to 6 books a week. I can’t do that anymore. Most obviously because I don’t have the time, but also because I need time to digest what I just read. I need to explore what those words meant to me and how I’m going to allow them to fit into my life.

I most recently finished two books by Gregory Maguire: Confessions of an Ugly Step-sister and Wicked. Both books blew—my—mind. So much so, that I can’t even get into it now. I don’t even know where to start.

You read any good books lately?