at twenty-two years and five months it's about ten years too late to start on anne of green gables. the only thing that makes me feel worse is that i never read a nesbit till i was nineteen, and that was nineteen years too late. i tried l.m. montgomery once when i was about the right age, but i didn't like it and abandonned it halfway. i forget which book it was. there's a frightful school in it. anyway after that i wouldn't touch her books with a ten-foot pole. it was just that yesterday in the library, i'd already had all souls day on my card and everything else i was taking out was not the kind that i could finish anytime soon and i wanted something i could finish overnight to leave a space free in anticipation of going to town today and looking in orchard library. by the way, i want to know whether she marries gilbert blythe in the end, so someone tell me. it won't spoil the books for me one bit, that's the good thing about this sort of book. i shall just look frightfully forward to it. it was very good. i had my doubts in the opening chapters; on principle i object to chattering and sunny children, and i thought, oho, *that* type, the polyanna type, but i know exactly what she means by imagination (i was polishing the silver once when staying over at a friend's and pretending i was the butler to make the job pleasanter) and i was in fits of laughter because i love her flowery language. i think all the italics reminds me of choonping, who's the only person i know, besides su-lin, who can talk in italics. i'm going to buy myself a copy of t.d.o.h. today, so that i can free up one card space and get another anne. aha.