What can be said about dearest Anne?
She introduced me to Tennyson, rambles, and Avonlea.
Her era was simple and beautiful. Life was drunk deeply and lived eloquently.
The Highwayman recited before a gathered audience, picking apples in fall, reading lines between work.
She noticed beauty in the White Way of Delight, in fact, she noticed, everything around her, from the smallest flower of Queen Anne's Lace to The Lake of Shining Waters.
I aspire to Anne-Inspired living.
Recently I've been reading quite a bit more than is usual for me these days. I happened to pick up a vintage paperback copy of Silas Marner and read the back story which intrigued me, and so began reading it. It didn't hurt that I was given a hug light that allowed me to read laying flat in bed with tiny lights shining up at the words to urge me on through the book. So I began.
The story unfolded gently and I was thankful for this since George Eliot is not one of my favorites particularly. In fact, the volumes of hers that I have read could only be called slim. I am pleased to say that Silas Marner is now one of my favorite classic books.
It worried me that his story would remain sad and end badly. But, I read on, and was again pleased with the story and his growth as a character. Pleased that Effie, his daughter, was loyal to him to the end. Being that Jean Valjean and Michael Henchard are two of my favorite book characters, I feared that Silas' story would rank among these, but the ending came together happily for once.
I recommend this book if you are looking for something new to read. My reading habits used to be insatiable and have slowed as I've gotten older, but I'm turning over a new leaf (pun intended).
