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 […]