Reflections of Myself: Anne, Emily, and the Creative Spirit

When I was nine, my grandmother gave me a copy of Anne of Green Gables for Christmas. I put it on my bookshelf without opening it. It looked too girly for a tomboy engrossed in her brother’s Hardy Boys novels and her father's collection of Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour Westerns. A year went by before I opened Anne and stepped into Lucy Maud Montgomery’s world, a world that felt instantly familiar.