Monday, August 12, 2013
This is the story of my book hangover (or, re-reading childhood favorites and suddenly loving them all that much more).
It was Anne of Green Gables, a story I know well--I read the abridged version a long time ago and watched the movies more times than I can count as a girl (and teen and, okay, adult). You'd think that since I know the plot by heart, since I could list off the main events, I wouldn't be moved to tears by a pivotal moment or grin or imagine in solidarity with the ever-dreamy Anne. But oh, goodness, it got me again. I felt like a little girl, rejoicing for my kindred spirit and imagining my days away like Anne does.
And so when I finished re-reading this afternoon, I couldn't seem to start another book.
Yet I only have one more to-read book of my choice to meet goal 17 of my 24 before 25, so I guess I'll try something tomorrow, when this clouded mind clears enough for some new fiction.
[image: snapshot (from Dory Kornfeld on Flickr) of the June 11 & 18 New Yorker cover, illustrated by Adrian Tomine, of a girl who looks eerily like me]