Apparently, until last Saturday, I was the only twenty- to thirtysomething woman (…twentysomething. Definitely twentysomething.) who had yet to watch Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea, the ’80s pair* of miniseries(es?) based on the classic children’s series by L.M. Montgomery. Somehow I—a red-headed, frecklefaced youth with an overactive imagination, albeit sadly not Canadian—had missed out on the adventures of my literary doppelganger. What can I say? I was a Little House girl.