As I mentioned last week, Kito and I are reading Anne of Green Gables to prepare for our trip to Maritime Canada (we leave early Saturday morning). The other day, Kito got to the part where our heroine accidentally flavors her layer cake with anodyne liniment instead of vanilla. I noticed that Kito was chuckling to himself as he read.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked.
"This crazy-ass bitch," he said, fondly. "This stuff would only happen to her."
As though Anne were a lovable yet accident-prone, close personal friend.
I wish books were that real for me, I really do.
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