"Read it with a box of Kleenex", Kelly's mom told one of her little readers.
I read Anne of Green Gables, I laughed, I cried, I laughed again, and then I slept with the brightest smile on my face - optimistic of the dream to come.
Anne of Green Gables tells the story of Marilla and Mathew Cuthbert who incidentally landed themselves with an orphaned girl when they had wanted a boy who can work their farm. The girl is Anne Shirley, a red-headed, absent-minded and earnest girl who think anything good happened to her is the best thing ever happened in the world.
The story of Anne and the people around her is a joy to read. It reminded me of what it means by being thirteen again. Although perhaps not the vivacity or the innocence of Anne, I remember how imaginations had ruled our lives and took up for what was not there in our world at the time. Gilbert Blythe is charming, and I wish Matthew Cuthbert is my uncle.
I wish to have the complete box set of the series, a wish list fairy please can you hear me?
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