5+ stars (6/10 hearts). I know this book isn’t for everyone. But it just happens to be a niched book that I really, really love.
Beautiful, springtime Prince Edward Island, Canada—absolutely a magical place at any time, but especially in Spring. A tiny little village, surrounded by woods and water, and full of old-fashioned, kindly, simple people. A quaint orchard in full bloom. A peerlessly beautiful young girl, fresh and innocent and a wonderful violinist. A passionate young man lacking only love. It seems all perfection… yet an old and terrible sin keeps them apart.
This little romance is a beautiful tale of love slowly evolving. Although at first glance Kilmeny & Eric’s love story seems based on looks, it quickly proves to be character. She finds him a man to trust in and depend upon, and he finds her a woman to care for him and cherish him. They are well suited in tastes and ideas, and would make an ideal couple. It is not Kilmeny’s looks or Eric’s that win everything for them, but their characters.
Eric is a loveable hero, strong and gentle, humble, full of genuine desire to do right, and immediately setting out to rectify his mistakes. Kilmeny is exquisitely perfect in everything—looks and manner and character and gifts—yet she is satisfying rather than frustrating. Her perfection is something to enjoy, not envy. We close the book and smile, glad that everything worked out and she has her perfect life to live.
The other characters in this book are all as vibrant as Montgomery’s generally are. Garrulous Robert & sweet Mrs. Williamson; humorous, sharp David; testy, kindly Mr. Marshall; sober, passionate Thomas & strong, submissive Janet; wild Neil; and all the other minor characters, humorous or pathetic.
The writing style of this book is Montgomery at her tenderest and most whimsical. In this story, I believe Montgomery indulged her love of the Anne Shirley type of “romanticism.” It is all so perfect, and yet it is not sickening. Montgomery’s words have a vigour and spice that tempers the story’s cloying apple-blossom sweetness.
It is hard to discuss plot without giving too much away. There is passion and grief; wickedness and love; steadfast right-doing and faulty impulsiveness. The story shows how much one person’s passion and wrongdoing can impact many, and for long years. It teaches the danger of shunning and mistreating a person for his past, heritage, or race. It explores the wonder of true love and how much it is willing to cover, and how little everything else counts against it. We slip from a busy, exhausted life into a world of love and beauty and sweetness, and we are beguiled into hoping that someday we, too, shall have a glimpse of this world. And unlikely as this story is, whose to say it could not occur? It could happen, and therein lies half its charm.
Content: A man believing his wife is dead marries another woman and discovers his first wife is still alive; the second woman is “called a very hard name she doesn’t deserve” from her father because of it. A young man is distrusted for his foreign extraction, and because of it attempts murder & a woman is unable to speak, which is considered an “affliction” by many and “fixed” at the end of the story. Recommended ages 18+
A Favourite Quote: “And mind you don’t get into any mischief, young sir.”
“Not much likelihood of that in a place like Lindsay, I fancy,” laughed Eric.
“Probably the devil finds as much mischief for idle hands in Lindsay as anywhere else. The worst tragedy I ever heard of happened on a backwoods farm, fifteen miles from a railroad and five from a store.”
A Favourite Beautiful Quote: The sunshine of a day in early spring, honey pale and honey sweet, was showering over the red brick buildings of Queenslea College and the grounds about them, throwing through the bare, budding maples and elms, delicate, evasive etchings of gold and brown on the paths, and coaxing into life the daffodils that were peering greenly and perkily up under the windows of the co-eds’ dressing-room. A young April wind, as fresh and sweet as if it had been blowing over the fields of memory instead of through dingy streets, was purring in the tree-tops and whipping the loose tendrils of the ivy network which covered the front of the main building. It was a wind that sang of many things, but what it sang to each listener was only what was in that listener’s heart.
A Favourite Humorous Quote: “And why in the name of all that’s provoking should she be so frightened at the mere sight of me? I have never thought I was a particularly hideous person, but certainly this adventure has not increased my vanity to any perceptible extent.”