Emily of New Moon

I posted a while ago about my plans to revisit many of the books that inspired me to write or to become a better writer.

I started reading Emily of New Moon a while ago, snatching a few pages here and there, and finally finished it today.

The Emily books are the ones that made me really want to be a writer when I was a girl.  I’ve reread them many times, and enjoy them just as much each time.  I can’t remember when I first read them – I suspect that I received the first one as a Christmas present one year.  My copy of the second book in the trilogy is actually one that belonged to my grandmother, so it’s possible that I read that one first.

I remember reading these books as a girl, and longing to be Emily.  To live in a romantic place like New Moon, to see the fey nature of the world.  Reading through the first book, I remember how much I adore Dean Priest as a character.  Damn Teddy, give me Dean any day

And of course, I longed to climb Emily’s “Alpine Path”:

Then whisper, blossom, in thy sleep

How I may upward climb

The Alpine Path, so hard, so steep,

That leads to heights sublime.

How I may reach that far-off goal

Of true and honoured fame

And write upon its shining scroll

A woman’s humble name.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.

On a similar note to the previous post

What books did you read as a child that inspired you to write?

The Emily and Anne books are the first ones that spring to mind for me.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.