Today was absolutely scorching. It was SO HOT. And me, being silly me, decided it was an excellent opportunity to go hammocking. In the heat of the day.
Not my best move ever, but it was still glorious. Until the shade moved. I read Anne of Green Gables, and now I find myself inserting words like “dreadfully” and “terribly” and “awfully” into random sentences like Anne did. Oh dear. Nonetheless, I love the book and Anne’s adventures. They bring laughter, and I always eagerly await my favourite parts in the book, just waiting in suspense to read about them. Waiting for her to make up with Gilbert at the end is almost agonizing!
Now that I’ve read the first, I am compelled to move onto the other 7. Ugh. Waiting for House of Dreams and Rilla of Ingleside = painful, but sooooooo worth it. All the books are so lovely :]
128 Days of Summer 