She danced up to the little looking-glass and peered into it. Her pointed freckled face and solemn gray eyes peered back at her.
“You’re only Anne of Green Gables,” she said earnestly, “and I see you, just as you are looking now, whenever I try to imagine I’m the Lady Cordelia. But it’s a million times nicer to be Anne of Green Gables than Anne of nowhere in particular, isn’t it?”

I'm so overjoyed to have finally read this. I've set my mind on reading more classics from now on, and I'll definitely see it done. I'll be moving slowly, I don't see myself going on a classic book binge anytime soon but I plan to have a proper count of read classics sooner than soon, little by little I'll build that shelf up.


Story time...
The name on my first birth certificate wasn't Anne, my parents named me Ann - and you'd think, "what's the difference?" Oh, but there is one - and I hated it. Just like Anne Shirley of Green Gables who said, "Anne is such an unromantic name" and thought that Ann was an even worse name than Anne, I too thought both names were terribly unromantic: Stiff, non-lyrical and final sounding. But I felt the latter was more forgiving than the former.
In a moment of sheer foolishness, during my national exam(which all seniors have to take and pass in order to graduate from high school in my country), I put down my name as Anne and not Ann on all my papers in all the subjects I took. That was a very bad decision, I was 15 and so I was very accountable for my actions. The name on my result which came out months later didn't match the name on my birth certificate - and every other record of mine. I never realized until that moment how important identities are and how little things can make a big difference. I couldn't use my result to register for university, or use it at all because there were doubts pertaining to my claim as the owner of my result. All because of that small detail; absence of one silly letter 'e'. My father had to go to court and swear an affidavit of identify in my stead. And I was given a new birth certificate with my present name, Anne. I swear if I were my parents, I would have killed me. Bless my father for his patience. Though I do know I was no angel, I want to believe growing up


Anne Shirley is an orphaned girl who is adopted by the elderly Cuthberts living at Green Gables in need of a handy-boy to help with domestic and field work. Needless to say, her adoption was a mistake, because obviously Anne is not a boy. Somehow Anne's charm and potential doesn't leave the pair unaffected, so they decide to keep her. And thus begins the tale of Anne of Green Gables.
Anne reminds me so much of myself. It's absolutely no surprise that I identified with her so much, it's very possible I fastened onto her character so passionately because of our shared name. I can't even count how many times I went- "That's what I said!" everytime she said something that resembled thoughts I'd once had or words I'd once spoken. I don't know...at this moment I just feel glad for my moment of foolishness that earned me the name Anne. I feel glad about the existence of this book.

Even if I had to peel the personal off this review, the facts would still remain; Anne is a divine and sound model character who is easily loved. Her relationship with those around her, and her radiant effect on them was such a pleasant thing to read. I was so thankful with her for her loving adopters who took it upon themselves to raise her right and iron out her kinks, but also appreciate and commend the good in her. I was grateful for every kindred spirit she encountered along the way.

A letter to the girl whose name I share

Dear Anne,
You are such a dear character with a
resonating story. So animated and full of life, I swear I could almost feel all your emotions rolling off the pages of the book, I imagined I could reach out, grab and bottle them all up. All your emotions and thoughts, your very fertile imagination and highly opinionated thoughts. I don't think it's possible to read about a character as talkative and affective as you. I wish I had met you when I was younger and fallen in love with you just as I have now. You're the epitome of childlike wonder and you remind me(and lots of girls around the world) of the beauty of innocence and starry-eyed wondering world of a child; of what it felt like to imagine up all the most insane and ridiculous things from the depths of my mind and be content and pleased at my own capacity; of memories of mischief and caprice which are given to childhood days, because to be a child means to make blunders and be rigorous, hopeful and full of dreams. You remind me of what it feels like to be amazed at the capacity of the world in itself. I hope people continue to read about you, I hope you continue to inspire and comfort many as the times change. As for me, I take the best of you you give, and the rest, those too I'll endeavour to keep - meaning all of you. Thank you for words like these; "Dear old world," she murmured, "you are very lovely and I am glad to be alive in you."
Yours fondly,
Anne.