I absolutely love L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables. I've simply fallen victim to adaptation overload.
I drank this novel up like an ice cold glass of water, dousing myself in the humbling truth that I still have a lot to learn when it comes to race in America.
I don't see a need- or even a want- to read this story to my hypothetical kids.
This review does not do Laurie Halse Anderson's novel any justice.
I loved getting to know the poetic side of Margaret Atwood, my OG in the world of feminist literature.