Chronicles of Avonlea
by L.M. Montgomery
It was four years ago that my thoughtful husband gifted me the entire Anne of Green Gables series for my birthday. Before that I had not read the books or been at all familiar with the story. When I finished the first Anne book I was in love but also a bit miffed that no one had told me about Anne. She would have been a bosom friend and may have encouraged a reading lifestyle in my childhood. I know that many of you have experienced this same affection.
Along with the Anne series, I received two books of short stories: Chronicles of Avonlea and Further Chronicles of Avonlea. I am only just now reading these. I know. Shame on me.
But shame on me still more for what I am about to say. Chronicles of Avonlea was boring. The stories are so familiar. Some of them are almost exact replicas of stories from the Green Gables set. All the stories are drippy and sentimental. I would have loved them as a child but as an adult, well, they lose their luster. They feel tired. There were not enough original, interesting stories to carry me through. I still love Anne with all my heart but Avonlea can be retired to the shelves of a younger generation.