Thursday, January 23, 2014

So I started Anne of Green Gables

This girl is the most annoying character I think I've ever encountered. Seriously! She's worse than all those horrible people in The Great Gatsby!

Is this supposed to be some satirical rendering of Romantic literature, a la Jane Austen? Because I feel like I'm trapped inside the YA alternative to Mysteries of Udolpho. But worse, because there's no mystery and it's short. This is vaguely what I think Little Women must be like, but with less attractive characters.

What also scares me is that, if I had read this in my youth (about age 11 much like Anne), I probably would have developed a knack for hyperbole and flowery language  even more than I was already prone to do with my incessant poetry writing.

I can't decide if it's better or worse that I'm encountering Anne of Green Gables as an audiobook. I'm not sure if it's better that I'm listening to it (less effort than to have to read her stupid wandering commentary, which I actually probably wouldn't do) or worse because I have to hear the whiny insipid annoyance. 

Oh, the tragedy! Anne would approve of what she's putting me through right now.

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