You guys, I’m the worst!!! I have no excuse for my lackluster blogging over the past several months. However, if I did have excuses, they would be:
1) I’m graduating college in approximately 78 days.
2) I’m graduating from aforementioned college with a degree in English Literature, so all I do everyday is read read read and then write about it. When I get free time, my first thought isn’t to read read read and then blog about it…
3) I live in NYC, so I’m constantly out at fancy restaurants, movie premiers, gallery openings and other chic shindigs! (my sweatpants and Lean Pockets are rolling over in their graves……)
4) Maybe the main reason I haven’t blogged is that I haven’t picked up Anne in MONTHS! I was going to finish Windy Poplars at Thanksgiving. Then at Christmas break. Then before school really got started. And now it’s midterms and I don’t remember what day it is half the time and did I mention I’M GRADUATING IN MAY and have other things on my mind. Perhaps if Anne’s pen tip had been a bit more obliging, I’d have more motivation to read………..
But like I said, I have no excuses. None whatsoever.
Anywho.
I return to the blog today, because I had the opportunity to be a Fanne-girl in class just last week. It’s a seminar on Jane Austen (I know, right? College is the best…) and we were discussing the powerful emotional resonance of Austen’s work. My professor was talking about why she personally loves Austen and how she goes to her works to relax and find comfort when she’s had a rough week. She asked us which books were like that for us, and amid people’s responses of Harry Potter (which I can’t disagree with), I spoke up for our Anne girl! I talked about my love affair with Anne’s story and the way that I resonate with it differently every time I read the books; different characters, different events, different language and scenic descriptions. I don’t read Anne as a 22 year old the same way I did as a 12 year old, so the story is familiar and comforting, but also different each time. I still find myself surprised, excited, outraged, smitten, devastated and enchanted with every reading. I may have gotten a bit excited in class, but I’m not ashamed! I like to let my Anne flag fly!
Which books do you come back to again and again? What makes them so special?
-lil sis
Tags: Anneishness, books, musings, windy poplars
