I recently finished re-reading the Anne of Green Gables series. It was fantastic! There was action, romance, anger, and a lot of tearful occasions, and of course there’s Gilbert Blythe. What else could a booklover want from a book! Unfortunately, when I spend eight books with characters I fall in love with, slipping into a reading slump is inevitable. Anne of Green Gables is written by Canadian writer L.M. Montgomery. The story revolves around an orphan girl named Anne who is adopted by an elderly brother and sister duo, Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert. Montgomery set her novels in the 1880s Prince Edward Island, and has an exquisite way of describing life on the island in the Victorian age. Most of my obsession with wanting to travel to PEI and most of my obsession with wanting to experience life in the Victorian era is because of Anne of Green Gables. What sparked my interest in reading the books again was from watching Anne with an E on Netflix. Anne with an E is a three season show made in 2017 and follows Anne, a booklover herself and a kindred spirit, through her preteen and teenage life, maneuvering through all of life’s adventures. People often ask me why I love reading so much. Well, if I don’t, how else am I supposed to live my fantasy of living on a beautiful farm, on a beautiful island in Canada, during the Victorian era? As Montgomery says, “I’m glad and I’m sorry. I’m always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still more pleasant may come after, but you can never be sure. And it’s so often the case that it isn’t more pleasant.” And that my friends, is how I get myself into a reading slump. What could possible beat eight books of adventure, romance, and friendship? What book could possibly fill my current obsession of wanting to be a young kindred spirit in 19th century Canada? Yes, the rumours of me being dramatic are true, but can you blame me? Unfortunately, there is no local apothecary I could venture to for a cure to my reading slump, but if you have one, please let me know!
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