I just finished book 6, Anne of Ingleside. This one felt like Montgomery had trouble getting through it. At turns, I had to keep my interest in it. Rainbow Valley, #7, is a sweet read so far and I’m having no feelings of, “I’ve got to get to the end.”
From Anne of Ingleside:
April came tiptoeing in beautifully that year with sunshine and soft winds for a few days; and then a driving northeast snowstorm dropped a white blanket over the world again. “Snow in April is abominable,” said Anne. “Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.” Ingleside was fringed with icicles and for two long weeks the days were raw and the nights hardbitten. The the snow grudgingly disappeared and when the news went round that the first robin had been seen in the Hollow Ingleside plucked up heart and ventured to believe that the miracle of spring was really going to happen.
Spring was trying out her paces that day . . . like an adorable baby just learning to walk. The winter pattern of trees and fields was beginning to be overlaid with hints of green and Jem has again brought in the first mayflowers. But an enormously fat lady, sinking puffingly into one of the Ingleside easy-chairs, sighed and said sadly that the springs weren’t so nice as they were when she was young.
“Don’t you think perhaps the change is in us . . . not in the springs, Mrs. Mitchell?” smiled Anne.