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What delight there is in revisiting a book from one's youth and finding it's even BETTER than remembered! That was definitely the case here. I came into this reread with hazy memories from about 10 or 15 years ago, and as each chapter, each bit of dialogue, unfolded, I found myself mentally supplying the words that would come next. So deeply is Anne Shirley embedded in my mind!

I'm not sure if I would have this intense connection to L.M. Montgomery had I not read every scrap of hers that I could get my hands on when I was about 14, an impressionable age.

For a while there, I was a most devoted Montgomery acolyte. I daydreamed around the lakeside reading her books and feeling poetic about life in general. And I'm glad. Because her books are the real deal. They beautify optimism, a balance of sense & imagination, steadiness, sensitivity to the feelings of others, bookishness, nature love, curiosity, enthusiasm for life, and on and on and on. There's a magic in them. I wanted so much to be a lot of the things that Anne is, and I realized upon rereading, how many of those ideals have stayed with me through the years. Anne is the kind of person who makes those around her want to be decent and thoughtful. I just love her.
And her adventures and her friends are so original! They never feel cliche. Miss Lavendar and Charlotta the Fourth are probably my favorites in this book... living in the lovely stone house, forgotten by everybody, but as darling as teddy bears.