OMG, I thought E.M. Montgomery was precious, but I hadn't tangled with Kate Douglas Wiggin, Queen of the TWEE. Forgive me for saying this, but this book practically gave me a toothache.

However, precocious Rebecca Randall is too similar to Anne Shirley for me to dislike her. In fact, reading this book is like meeting someone who is similar to someone you really like. It's cool, but kind of weird when you notice the small, glaring differences between them. K.D. Wiggin as narrator just loves on Rebecca too too much. She's always saying how beautiful she is, how wonderful and amazing. It's kind of creepy.

And what's with the implied romance between R.R.R. and A.L.? Again, creepy.

I can't find a place in my heart for this, but I can sympathize with those who have.