Copying Brita.

My friend Brita is awesome. Her blogging skills are something that I aspire to have. She recently has decided to read the entire Anne of Green Gables series by L.M. Montgomery. It's reminded me of my own love of the story. Anne of Green Gables has a very very special place in my life and heart. I remember watching our taped-off-of-T.V. versions of Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea all the time (that Continuing Story one was weird though, I didn't like it so much). I have very specific memories of watching it when I was five, shivering at the spooky ghost music when Anne and Diana walk through the "haunted" forest laughing as Diana screams uncontrollably when Anne falls into the well. I loved Anne (although for a brief period of time in my life, I thought that because Anne didn't like having red hair, I shouldn't either, crazy, I know, but that was the power of Anne). Not much later, I started reading the books. They are so incredibly wonderful. They are hilarious, touching, and beautifully written. I have read the entire series so many times that I have lost count. I wish I had all my Anne books here with in Utah, but they're back in Connecticut. Oh, I love them.