I recently heard about a controversial cover for “Anne of Green Gables”.
The cover had a photo of a sexy, blonde, present-day farm girl on the cover.
Now, I’ve got nothing against blondes. Some of my closest friends are blondes. Anne, however is a red head.
I first read the book, twenty years ago.
I was 23 years old. I was working at the now closed, Penny Whistle Toys on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. This was a boutique toy store that sold all the top-shelf toys including Madame Alexander dolls. This was back when you had to go to a shop like Penny Whistle or an antique show to buy a real Madame Alexander.
no ebay, no amazon.com, no target
One day we got the Anne of Green Gables doll and her trunk. My boss decided that we should have the book too. In between waiting on the rich and famous I read the book.
As a skinny, freckled, red-headed girl I felt someone should have put this book in front of me before the age of 23. I was smitten by Anne and her world and most of all her world view.