Book 80 of 80
Yup. The last book.
Feels kinda strange to type that…80 out of 80 — the goal — what I’ve been working for this entire year. And here it is: The final book.
I picked this last book very carefully. There were several reasons I ended up on this exact book and not the others I was contemplating. 1) I own it. And time is of the essence here. 2) I have never read it. Despite acting for years like I have read it. So, it’s time to end the charade and actually read this thing. 3) The book is incredibly iconic for Canadian literature. 4) I have loved this story for ages and ages — I know the book will not disappoint me.
It seems appropriate all the way around.
Have you guessed yet?
Okay. So, I’m ending my journey with my childhood heroine: Anne Shirley. It’s about time I actually read Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery. The “Anne of Green Gables” miniseries aired in 1985. I watched it on VHS in my grandma’s basement several years later and for many years after that, watching the four hours over a period of time was a yearly event for me. Sometime around then my parents bought me the complete Anne of Green Gables book collection — I skipped over the first few books and read the later stories — ones that weren’t covered in the movies. And still, to this day, never thought to pick up the original book and read it. Until now.
Anne Shirley was a — as she would call it — kindred spirit to me. Oh how I got her. A chatterbox, with a wild imagination, and a tendency to put her foot in her mouth, despite all her best intentions? I pretty much — like so many other girls in my generation and generations before me — thought that Anne was created just for me.
I’m excited to revisit this girl in my third decade of life and experience her all over again. I think it’s a fantastic way to end my journey.
The only drawback is that the book is 300 pages long…and it’s not big print either. 300 meaty pages. And I have three days left. So, I’m on a strict reading schedule. 100 pages a day. I started this morning, reading in spurts during Sesame Street, lunch, and while Elliott was in a bath, and I’m on page 30. Only 70 more pages to go today. I just have to do it — there is no more wiggle room. Of course I picked something that was going to require up-to-the-last-minute reading. Sheesh.
Here I go!