An extraordinary observer might have seen that the chin was very pointed and pronounced; that the big eyes were full of spirit and vivacity; that the mouth was sweet-lipped and expressive; that the forehead was broad and full; in short, our discerning extraordinary observer might have concluded that no commonplace soul inhabited the body of this stray womanchild.
Well, that is Anne-with-an-E Shirley for you.
I found her completely adorable from the very beginning and at times I found myself wishing to maybe meet her in person, to live with her and experience her liveliness which made her so charming and endearing that there wasn’t a single soul who came in touch with her and wasn’t left affected.
Her constant chatter,her insistence to be called Anne with an e because it is so much more distinguished and romantic,her bright outlook towards everything,her appreciation of kindered spirits, her capacity for imagination, her sincere sense of obligation towards Matthew and Marilla, her sudden burts of showing affection, her positivity inspite of being an orphan and having a difficult Life, her empathy towards anything living or non-living and her enthusiasm for anything and everything.
“It just makes me feel glad to be alive— it’s such an interesting world “,
Well, even her negative attributes of being vain, sentimental, arrogantly proud and totally unpredictable are completely endearing.
Her imagination sometimes had the better of her and she was reprimanded frequently for letting it run to the farthest corners of her rainbows and her sea of day dreams on which she blissfully floated with her romance infested mind that classifed everything.
I couldn’t feel amused at her little incidents, the way she reacted to Mrs. Lynde and then suddenly very sincerely apologised that she couldn’t help liking her.Her defiance to never speak to Gilbert when he called her carrots(and sticking to it till the very end), when she got Diana drunk and was disallowed to speak to her ever.
I loved her spunk, her truthfulness,her vivacity that filled the quiet house the brother-sister lived in.
And how Marilla, a naturally very simple,strict and staid woman comes to love her as a daughter she never supposed or dreamt to have.
‘I never in all my life say or heard anything to equal her,’
muttered Marilla, beating a retreat down to the cellar after potatoes. ‘She is kind of interesting as Matthew says. I can feel already that I’m wondering what on earth she’ll say next. She’ll be casting a spell over me, too. She’s cast it over Matthew.’
She found herself surprised to find how much she loved the little girl.So very slowly and steadily was that transformation that she didn’t realize it until when Anne had a fall and was unconscious.She was equally surprised when Anne decides to be with her towards the end, her obligations finally coming full circle where she has the opportunity to do something towards those she was ever obligated.
If Marilla was the base on which Anne learnt innumerable things, then Matthew was nothing less that the pillars that held her high.He might have been a kindered spirit that didn’t speak a lot but he observed everything nonetheless.I loved it when he observes that Anne wore different dresses than her friends and finally gets one made for her with puffed sleeves, something that Anne always wanted. He had his very sweet ways of showing Anne what she meant to him, not to forget that fact that it was he who wanted Anne to stay with them in the first place when they were actually expecting a boy and even when he
“Well now, I’d rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,” said Matthew patting her hand. “Just mind you that– rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn’t a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl–my girl–my girl that I’m proud of.”
Anne is the heart and the soul of this beautiful prose. She makes you laugh, smile and even long to be there with her so see her for yourself.
Even after her wishes came true she hasn’t changed.She just talks lesser.She has finally grown up to be a fine woman she was brought up to be and has learnt to let her intellegence, passion and energy run constuctivly and not let her imagination forget her duties.
“I’m not a bit changed–not really. I’m only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME–back here–is just the same.”
My wish is to really have a little girl like Anne around, she would warm hearts and heal souls.
Something this world very urgently and desperately needs.