I have to admit it. I was holding out on my girls. I've shared some great works of literature with them. Ones that are considered far beyond their years--Little Women, The Secret Garden, The Little Princess, The Jungle Book, and all of the Little House books. But my very favorite book of my childhood I've been holding back. We started Anne of Green Gables this past week.
I didn't bring this book to them, Gabriella found the audio book when we were at the library. I honesty hesitated. I want them to love Anne as much as I do. I just wasn't sure that now was the right time to introduce them to her--I had planned to pull out my copy when Kate was in fourth grade. Ultimately, I wanted to let Gabby pick the book she wanted, so we are learning about the world of Anne Shirley.
I remember so clearly reading that book...and every other book in the series and eventually every book my public library had by L. M. Montgomery. I remember where I was when I finished that first book. It was that memorable--I was laying across the bed in 'the pink bedroom' at my Grannie's house. It is one of those wonderful books: the ones you want to know how it ends, but you don't ever want it to. And perhaps that was part of holding on to this book. If we waited to read it together, we wouldn't get to the end so soon.
But if you need me, I'll be in Avonlea.
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