Book Review for February reading … <3

Happy first day of March!

It appears that this month is coming in like a very sad and gloomy lamb. And it is book review day…so here we go.

I am going to count two books even though I have a little over one hundred pages in the second one. Please forgive me. But I hope to finish it in the next few days so I am rounding backwards and counting it. 

As you can see, I read #5 and most of #6 in the Anne of Green Gables series. I am determined to finish them. The character line continues on and I feel like I know these people. I want to hear how their story finishes as far as it was recorded by L. M. Montgomery. 

Often as I am reading, I have to stop and just go back and read something that has captured a picture or feeling in words as I follow the growing family of Anne and Gilbert. 

Since I haven’t much to say about the books, I will share my most favorite passage as the author describes winter. 

What a perfect way to bid adieu to that season on the first of March.

“The last day of the old year was one of those bright, cold dazzling winter days, which bombard us with their brilliancy, and command our admiration but never our love. The sky was sharp and blue; the snow diamonds sparkled insistently; the stark trees were bare and shameless, with a kind of brazen beauty; the hills shot assaulting lances of crystal. Even the shadows were sharp and stiff and clear-cut, as no proper shadows should be. Everything that was handsome seemed ten times handsomer, and less attractive in the glaring splendor; and everything that was ugly seemed ten times uglier, and everything was either handsome or ugly. There was no soft blending, or kind obscurity, or elusive mistiness in that searching glitter. The only things that held their own individuality were the firs – for the fir is the tree of mystery and shadows, and yields never to the encroachments of crude radiance.” 

Anne’s House of Dreams; L.M. Montgomery, Bantam Books, 1922, 1972 pg. 96

I sighed as I read that section. We had experienced a beautiful late-season snow right around the time I read the passage and as I drove, squinting into that incredible brightness of sun on whiter than white snow, I could hear her words echoing. 

So this is why it takes me a sweet forever to read a book that is graded as reading level for 10 years and up. I stop on passages that are so eloquently penned and I admire the author’s skill for a moment or more. 

Blessings friends! 

Happy reading…share if you can the books that are catching your attention these days <3