It is Lent and the only book I’ve been reading is the diary of St. Faustina. Still, I don’t want to neglect my book posts and leave the impression that after that spate of reviews on taking to the Maine wilderness (which doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all given the present circumstances), I had nothing left. Far from it. But the books I have earmarked all need re-reading and I’m focused on other things at the moment.
There is, however, a book post I’ve been wanting to write which doesn’t involve any re-reading. I want to comment on one line from Anne of Green Gables. This line leapt out at me when, about a year ago, and probably for the first time as an adult, I re-read the Anne canon. (more…)