Lucy Maud Montgomery, 1908, 308 p.

I know, I know, it’s pathetic that I’m reading this, but it beats Morning, Come Quickly all to hell.  At least it’s kind of a fun read.  I like Anne, although if I knew her personally, I’d have to beat her over the head with a broomstick or some such.

Looking at this book in context makes me think that it was way ahead of its time.

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