Olympics Redux

Gotta Love DVR, a photo by LeftOnBase on Flickr.

It's coming to an end! The two quietest weeks I've experienced in London in the eleven years I've lived here! Empty tube trains, empty buses, empty parks... it's been a sort of bliss. Where have all the Olympic tourists been staying? I don't care - I'm just glad it's not anywhere near me!

We originally had plans of going to Kew Gardens today but I'm feeling a bit lazy. Feel like tidying up the flat a bit, going for a swim, lying in Victoria Park, reading books.

I'm happy and a little excited to be finally meeting olamina for the first time this week after so many years of being friends on LJ. I'm happy about my two upcoming weeks of annual leave (which will probably be a staycation as we really can't afford to go anywhere). I'm happy that things are going well with my family in Brasil and the stressful emails have stopped. I'm generally happy with life right now.

Anne Shirley

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Before sexy vampires, before muscular werewolves, before mortal games in dystopian futures, teenagers had to content themselves with reading fiction that made them daydream of being top of their classes, losing their ginger hair when they grew up and perhaps marrying a boy who'd get a job as a teacher. Being orphan and poor was so much worse than having a boyfriend that glittered in the sunlight, but with the right prayers at night and good Christian morals one could overcome anything.

Gosh... Anne of Green Gables hasn't really aged well! It's still easy enough to read, and is sickly sweet in a sort of nice way, but it now reflects an age long dead. I remember reading this for the first time when I was 17 (as a dare from a friend - she had to, in exchange, read one of the horror novels in my collection) and being enchanted by it. But that may have been a result of watching the Canadian TV series not too long before it.

I don't think I'll be reading the sequels.

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