2011: 59. Anne of Avonlea

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“A tall, slim girl, “half-past sixteen,” with serious gray eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on the broad read sandstone doorstep of a Prince Edward Island farmhouse one ripe afternoon in August, firmly resolved to construe so many lines of Virgil.”

Anne of Avonlea, L.M. Montgomery

This is probably my least favorite Anne book (well, maybe Ingleside).  Not that I don’t love it - there are lots of wonderful bits (painting the town hall blue, finding Hester Grey’s garden, Anne’s baking powder story), and it does introduce us to some new characters who are lovely - Paul Irving, Miss Lavender, Charlotta the Fourth, and, of course, Davy (I could do without Dora, as could we all, I’m sure).  But it seems rushed - it’s funny, because Montgomery dedicated about 5 books to Anne’s adulthood (though the last three are really more about her children), but she blew through her adolescence, in some ways.  And lots of the characters here seem forgotten later - we don’t hear much later about Paul, for instance, or even Davy & Dora, who one thinks might play more of a role in Anne’s adulthood.  It’s like  Montgomery herself forgot she wrote these adventures.  AND, silly old Anne still can’t admit that she loves Gil, so there is no romance either (which is probably the real reason I love it the least, because, sigh, Gilbert Blythe*).

But, taken outside of the larger Anne saga, this is a charming little continuation of Anne - getting into scrapes, being charming, teaching us to love good old P.E.I.

Categories:  Fiction, Re-Read, L.M. Montgomery Project

*Probably the only two boys in fiction who I love more are Lord Peter Wimsey, and duh, Walter Blythe.

© Carrie Dunsmore 2017