2011: 66. Anne's House of Dreams

“‘Thanks be, I’m done with geometry, learning or teaching it,” said Anne Shirley, a trifle vindictively, as she thumped a somewhat battered volume of Euclid into a big chest of books, banged the lid in triumph, and sat down upon it, looking at Diana Wright across the Green Gables garret, with gray eyes that were like a morning sky.”

Anne’s House of Dreams, L.M. Montgomery


Hmm.  Maybe this is my favorite Anne book.  Anne and Gilbert get married! And they move to Four Winds/Glen St. Mary - i.e., to the OCEAN! I know this is dumb, because Prince Edward Island is, bien sur, an island, but you’d barely know it for all you hear about the sea in the first four books (except some mentions of sea captains in Windy Poplars).  And then, boom! We get to the House of Dreams, and it’s all, going to the shore, and lighthouses, and Captain Jim.  AWESOME.  And we get Miss Cordelia (oh, that is so like a man), and Leslie Moore and her tragic life and Owen Ford, and the wonderful twist at the end (SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF, is all that I am saying).  Oh, wonderfulness.  The only cloud is the horrible part where baby Joy dies - too sad, Montgomery, though that was life back then (indeed, for Maud herself, so I can’t judge).  But lordy, what a wonderful book.


And, sigh, if I am to be totally honest, I must take this opportunity to talk about how Maud isn’t always great at starting her books.  The first sentences are pretty long and clunky.  I have found, as I have blogged, and copied all these first sentences, that there is an art to novel starting, and Montgomery hasn’t really got it (see above).  I mean, Anne is about to MARRY. GILBERT. BLYTHE. and we start with GEOMETRY?  No.  Also, what is a garret, anyway? PEI seems to be full of garrets, and as far as I can tell, houses don’t have them any more.* But, that is petty.  This book rocks.


Categories:  Fiction, Re-Read, L.M. Montgomery Project


*I looked it up. A garret is “A room on the top floor of a house, typically under a pitched roof; an attic”.  So we have ‘em, we just call them something else.

© Carrie Dunsmore 2017