oh man, the scene in Anne of Avonlea with the jersey cow still makes me laugh. I usually reread at least one of that series every year, or The Blue Castle or Emily of New Moon. I love reading about the family hierarchies and how being a Murray or a Stirling etc comes with certain expectations and inherited social grudges (valid or otherwise).

I couldn't read Windy Poplars the first time I tried - epistolary fiction needs to catch me in the right mood - but when I managed, it was completely worth the time it took me to get there.

Now I feel like I should re-visit Miss Cornelia as well...