Pictureskew. Kindred spirits. The Lake of Shining Waters. Carrots! Rilla-my-Rilla. Puffed sleeves.The first time I read Anne of Green Gables, I felt the queer ache that Anne describes when she comes across something  beautiful. Beauty that is intangible, almost unknowable. If I'd known the word 'sublime', I would have used it. Of course there were parts that were dull. Of course there were parts were the sentences ran on and on. Of course there were paragraphs on end that I skipped. But I loved Anne. I loved Anne so much that I was jealous of Diana Barry. Diana, mundane and unimaginative, did not deserve Anne!When I finished Anne of Green Gables, I read the next and the next and the next until I could breathe again. That's when I discovered that there was a movie called Anne of Green Gables. I could not believe that Anne could be made into a movie. … [Read more...]