Anne of Avonlea

If all the warmth and feeling of summer could be turned into a book it would be Anne of Avonlea. I went into this novel with the firm understanding that to equal Anne of Green Gables was an impossible feat and so I should just enjoy the book for what it was and not compare it to its triumphant sibling. Boy, was I wrong. Anne of Avonlea was as charming and delightful as its predecessor. Genuine, endearing, and heartwarming to the very last syllable. L. M Montgomery is a masterful story writer and her words sing with poetry that makes your heart ache. One of my favourite lines–that still sticks with me–is, “...over which the wind was harping an old lyric learned when the world was young.”

It was too slow for me and boring, I just like the first one