Sigh, I just love "Anne." I just love it. I'm already up to chapter 4, and it's even better the 12th time. The descriptive language, the charming Prince Edward Island, the precocious Anne. I want Abigail to grow up to be a black-haried Anne. Not Diana, mind you, much too pragmatic, that Diana. I want her to be Anne with all her dreaminess and love of nature and big words and love of books and idealism and optimism and drama and ... God, I love "Anne."Heck, I want to be Anne. To look like Megan Follows, to marry Gilbert, to live the romanticized 19th century life, to believe in wood nymphs and fairies, to have children like Walter and Rilla (hard to say when I cried more, when Matthew died or when Walter did). Sigh.
I'm going to be talking like a Victorian lunatic for days now. What a great book.
So who wants to plan a trip to P.E.I.? Dead serious about that, say in two years? All out girlie road trip? We could all braid our hair and run around scaring Canadians!
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Oooooooh, road trip to PEI?? I'm so onboard for that one. :) I've always wanted to see those red cliffs, they look so pretty. Does that mean I'll have to grow my hair out so it'll be long enough to braid? How about if I just dye it red? Red, not GREEN!
I haven't re-read, or re-watched, Anne in ages. It may be about that time. If i would ever finish Persuasion by Jane Austen, that is.
And if you want to watch that horrible Anne 3, feel free to borrow my copy.
-Shana
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