2011: 70. Anne of Ingleside

Anne of Ingleside, L.M. Montgomery

"How white the moonlight is tonight!" said Anne Blythe to herself, as she walked up the walk of the Wright garden to Diana Wright's front door, where little cherry-blossom petals were coming down on the salty, breeze-stirred air."

If I am to be totally honest, had I known I was going to be rebuilding my blog from the ground floor, I'm not sure I would have scheduled it to coincide with my big L.M. Montogmery re-read.  Don't get me wrong - I stand firmly behind my love of Maud, and the joy I had tearing through all of her books recently.  BUT, without five years of archives behind me, it does give me a little pause that of my eight blog entries, three are about Anne Shirley.  Oh well, incentive to get my archives up, I guess.

And to make it worse, we all have to agree that Ingleside is the worst Anne book.  It was written last, I think, and is one of those ones that is really just a collection of stories about other things (many of which are cribbed from short stories you'll read elsewhere, like the "Nan thinks she is someone else's daughter" tale).  And Anne is just a ghost of herself - all mother, no personality.  Except for the last bit where she gets jealous about Gil.  That's pretty good, but not enough, by far. AND, its loaded with totally heavy handed "Walter is going to die on the front" imagery, which I missed when I was a kid, but bummed me out when I re-read this.  Now, don't ge me wrong - this is still an Anne book, and I (re-re-re)read it with glee.  But it's the least of the Anne books, and, really, one of the least of Montgomery's books, period.

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

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