Since I'm accompanying a colleague from Lyon to different meetings this week, I've been lucky to spend some time in the sunshine. It's a beautiful day - why am I not sitting under a tree, wearing a sundress and a big floppy hat and trailing grass between my fingers?
No: I am enjoying the weather second-hand and listening to NPR and trolling through target.com. (Four more pairs of shoes?! asks MoBob, incredulously.) My excuse is that I'm waiting for our Safeway delivery while MB is still at work. Still.
I'm reading Before Green Gables by Budge Wilson with a mix of dread and delight. I read all the Anne of Green Gables books in the same way that I read all the other classic series, like Little House on the Prairie and The Chronicles of Narnia and Lord of the Rings and The Melendy Family by Elizabeth Enright. I read them straight through, in sequence, and sometimes repeatedly. Sometimes I re-read them as an adult. I feel a little anxious about Before Green Gables though because I already know that Anne had a difficult life before she arrived on the Cuthberts' doorstep. The prequel starts with the happy, loving, married life of Anne's parents. Just as well, I suppose, because if they hadn't died the series would be very different indeed.
I never read Anne of Green Gables, much to the incredulity of my Japanese students. Apparently it's HUGE in Japan - it's got it's own anime series and tours to where-ever-she's-from. I felt like a bad steward of American culture by being completely ignorant of this phenomenon.