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.