My copies of the Anne books are some of my most treasured possessions. They are tattered and broken, but I love them dearly.

I always wanted to be like Anne, and while I definitely lived in her world of imagination, I did finally realise that I would never have her nobleness, or her innocence and degree of kindness.

One thing that had always confused me is why my copies included anne of windy willows, not poplars.