Dear Ms. Montgomery,
As I read your book Anne of Green Gables I am always touched by Anne’s simple but beautiful take on life. It makes me take just one more look at my life and how I see it. Anne rosy outlook is a way I hope to see the world. Her simple mistakes and crazy ways make me feel that maybe the mistakes I make aren’t so bad.
When I was littler I remember trying to be Anne. I remember having tea parties and though every detail is not the sharpest I can almost imagine myself saying “Isn’t this simply divine?!” It is a classic in my family. My cousin, Rachel, also tried to be like Anne, though I thought it kind of weird at the time I realize now what I hypocrite I was. For me, watching the Anne of Green Gables movies and reflecting on the books is a tradition I cannot overlook when we are alone at Oma’s.
Anne’s faults are also reflected in my life. I know that I too hold grudges far too long, especially grudges that I could let go after just a little time. I also find that when someone tells me I can’t then I do it just to spite them and to prove I can, just like Anne climbing the Barry’s roof. When someone tells me my spelling is atrocious or my math is dismal and that they’ve never seen a dunce like me I work all the harder and hope to prove that I am the best I can be.
When I read about “Lover’s Lane” or “Dryad’s Bubble” I want to go out and find such a place in my own world. Anne’s new look at life and her optimistic view of everything helps me to find the good in an outright horrible math test or a dismal score on a project. Her big words often cause me to look them up and, in turn, strengthen my vocabulary.
Anne’s little mishaps often made me cry and even laugh sometimes. I would read with horror the currant wine experience and fervently hope never to have that happen in my life. I would read of the time when Anne lost her temper and crashed her slate over Gilbert’s head. I keenly felt the injustice of having one’s name spelled wrong as that has happened to me on many occasions. Though my name is much harder to spell than Anne I always cringe when I see Bridgette or Brigette, if I were Anne the injustice would be keenly felt.
As with Anne I too love to read aloud and to put passion into my words. Though I am not as good as I imagine Anne is I still enjoy reading aloud immensely. A lot of my passion goes into reading and writing, but, unlike Anne, I put most of my passion into my music. Her passion was bringing words to life, mine is to bring the wonderful, sweet melodies of music to life.
Anne seemed to always be worried about her red hair. I too have red hair, yet mine is a little darker and I like to think of it as auburn. Even so, seeing Anne with red hair brought me that much closer to her. She and I seemed so much alike just at the offset of the story when I first read of her red hair. I sometimes wish I too had gray eyes, just like Anne. I think gray eyes would be absolutely gorgeous, don’t you?
In many ways Anne and I are alike, in many ways we are different. Yet Anne will always be my hero, the person I look up too. The person whose mishaps, I hope, will never be mine! In closing I would like to ask you even one question. Ms. Montgomery, were you inspired to write about Anne because of your own life experiences?
Yours, very sincerely,
Brigitte
That is so annoying when somebody spells my last name wrong. It's such a simple name, but people still ask how to spell it. I roll my mind's eye and tell them. Seriously, it's like asking how to spell cat. Do you really need to ask? But anyway, nice letter. I think Ms. Montgomery would be pleased. As for what you said about music, I applaud you for that. There's so much power within music, it's amazing. And anyone who proves music to be so much more than just lust and drinking your heart out is a hero to the world. Maybe not a big hero like a police officer or whatever, but a silent hero who can be compared and shown to be more than the crap in the world. So for your passion, I applaud you. Go out and blow the world's socks off.
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