So I'm rererererereading L.M. Montgomery's Pat of Silver Bush books at the moment. And I still love them, but I still skim the descriptions.

She's really at her best when she's writing about children, though. When she tries the dark stuff it's a little, er, overwrought. I still eat it up, of course, but with the full knowledge that here is a woman ultimately influenced far too much by the nasty English Romantics (Byron, Shelley) and far too little by the nice ones (Wordsworth, Coleridge, Keats).

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