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Monday
Nov262007
(mushy) Sunday Secret
Monday, November 26, 2007 at 12:44AM
I am not a girly girl. I like motorcycles and grease. I have 19 piercings and am planning a cleverly placed tapestry of tattoos. I own more hoodies than shoes. My favorite smell is sawdust. I am not afraid to pick my undies out of my butt in public settings. I'm tough, I really am.
But I swear to Jebus, if Anne of Green Gables comes on the tv, I am useless for the next 15 hours.
Like, can't function useless. Like, cannot stop watching it no matter what useless. It kills me. I whimper, I shed tears. One night, we were moving and we had literally 6 hours left to be all moved out, and at 1 am we flipped on the tube and there it was. Needless to say, we were late.
This show tugs at every cold, dead heart-string I have. Now that I'm all grown-up, I like to hide this little problem I have behind a well-moderated obsession with all things Jane Austin, but Jane Austin can't suck you back into your 13-year-old soul like Anne can.
Oh, Gilbert Blythe. Oh how I swoon. Swoon, I say.
I get giddy at the thought of my daughter being oh, I don't know, 8 or 9 and old enough to get the angst behind these stories. I'm going to read her every single book. And then we're going to have a Ding-Dong & Chocolate Milk movie marathon. And I'm totally going to sob, I know it.
Because I am a great big softy, that's why.
But I swear to Jebus, if Anne of Green Gables comes on the tv, I am useless for the next 15 hours.
Like, can't function useless. Like, cannot stop watching it no matter what useless. It kills me. I whimper, I shed tears. One night, we were moving and we had literally 6 hours left to be all moved out, and at 1 am we flipped on the tube and there it was. Needless to say, we were late.
This show tugs at every cold, dead heart-string I have. Now that I'm all grown-up, I like to hide this little problem I have behind a well-moderated obsession with all things Jane Austin, but Jane Austin can't suck you back into your 13-year-old soul like Anne can.
Oh, Gilbert Blythe. Oh how I swoon. Swoon, I say.
I get giddy at the thought of my daughter being oh, I don't know, 8 or 9 and old enough to get the angst behind these stories. I'm going to read her every single book. And then we're going to have a Ding-Dong & Chocolate Milk movie marathon. And I'm totally going to sob, I know it.
Because I am a great big softy, that's why.
Reader Comments (6)
I'm with you, I can't wait until Amy is old enough to read the books and watch the movie.
Oh! Oh!
PBS would air it every New Years Day, my mom and I would just dig in and love it.
I own all three movies - on VHS - tv has been the suck lately so perhaps ... mmmmmmm Anne .......
(and saw dust - amen)
(and - when Matthew dies *in her ARMS* - oh sweet mercy...)
NEVER seen it!
Now I'm curious...
You softy.
When I was about 9, my Mom gave me the book. I was a voracious reader back then. I could tear through books like nothing else.
The first time that I was allowed to babysit the other kids at night was perhaps a week after I started reading that book, which was probably more like the day after I started reading it. My parents came home around midnight and found me sobbing in the living room. My mom freaked out and asked me what happened. All I could choke out was "Matthew died..."
That started my love affair with L.M. Montgomery. I probably have almost everything that woman wrote. I've got to get myself to P.E.I. one of these days for my own little pilgrimage...
And it's definitely impossible to not watch that movie. And I will sob from beginning to end.
Ha. I was just waiting for Alison's response. I knew she'd have one.