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.