My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Anne of Green Gables is one of the classics. Almost every woman within a few years of my age has read it. I read it several times as a kid and loved it. Heck, even my kid brother has read it.
That said, when I started re-reading this, I found Anne to be amazingly irritating. I really wished she’d just shut up. I guess this means I’ve turned into a cranky old lady.
I question whether I’d be willing to give it to a young girl to read today. Anne is obsessed with her appearance, with which she finds nothing but flaws, and I’m not sure if that’s something I’d want a young girl reading. Likewise, she spends a major portion of the book holding a grudge against Gilbert Blythe, which is another lesson I wouldn’t want imparted on an impressionable reader. (Looking at it, I almost wonder if some of my character flaws are the result of Anne’s influence.)
As I kept reading though, Anne really grew on me. I suppose she had the same effect on me that she had on Marilla and the other characters in the book. You can’t help but grow to like her. I’ll probably re-read the sequel, Anne of Avonlea, sometime in the near future.
Book Source: Daily Lit. (Note: The cover pictured doesn’t go with this edition.)