#ReadingEmily And The Three Most Influential Words Of My Reading Life

Emily of New Moon opened with its heroine having her life pulled up by the roots – and Emily Starr is a particularly rooted character, one who forms deep attachments to both the people she lives with or near, but also to the places she lives.  When the trilogy begins, young Emily loses her beloved Father, and then her beloved home, in the span of just a few weeks.  Suddenly orphaned, she is sent to live with her Aunt Elizabeth, Aunt Laura, and Cousin Jimmy at New Moon Farm – a place she’s never heard of, let alone seen.

Eventually Emily’s grief at her father’s death loses some of its sharp edge, life holds some interest again (or tang, as Emily might say) and she begins to fall in love with New Moon.  She makes friends – wild Ilse Burnley, sweet Teddy Kent, and ambitious Perry Miller (oh, and that old creeper Dean Priest).  She finds true sympathy in Cousin Jimmy and steadfast love in all the older residents of New Moon, and she begins to make the region of Blair Water her new home, granting picturesque names – just as her literary sister Anne would – to the landmarks around the farm.

Emily Climbs sees Emily on the move again, this time to attend Shrewsbury High School and board with her horrid (well, maybe…) Aunt Ruth.  Unlike her first move, this time, Emily does truly want to go.  She desperately craves an education, which she hopes will equip her for her life’s goal of climbing “the Alpine Path” and writing at its summit “a woman’s humble name.”  And her friends are going – Ilse, Teddy and Perry have all found their ways of getting to Shrewsbury High School.  Aunt Elizabeth, who initially refuses Emily’s plea, eventually relents (after extracting a promise from Emily that she will not write any fiction during her three years in Shrewsbury) and Emily is off.  But Emily discovers that even a move you wanted can mean homesickness.

“This room is unfriendly–it doesn’t want me–I can never feel at home here,” said Emily.

She was horribly homesick.  She wanted the New Moon candle-lights shining out on the birch trees–the scent of hop-vines in the dew–her purring pussy cats–her own dear room, full of dreams–the silences and shadows of the old garden–the grand anthems of wind and billow in the gulf–the sonorous old music she missed so much in this inland silence.  She missed even the little graveyard where slept the New Moon dead.

“I’m not going to cry.”  Emily clenched her hands.  “Aunt Ruth will laugh at me.  There’s nothing in this room I can ever love.  Is there anything out of it?”

She pushed up the window.  It looked south into the fir grove and its balsam blew into her like a caress.  To the left there was an opening in the trees like a green, arched window, and one saw an enchanting little moonlit landscape through it.  And it would let in the splendour of sunset.  To the right was a view of the hillside along which West Shrewsbury struggled: the hill was dotted with lights in the autumn dusk, and had a fairy-like loveliness.  Somewhere near by there was a drowsy twittering, as of little, sleepy birds swinging on a shadowy bough.

“Oh, this is beautiful,” breathed Emily, bending out to drink in the balsam-scented air.  “Father told me once that one could find something beautiful to love everywhere.  I’ll love this.”

I’ll love this.  Emily forms one of her deep connections to the fir grove, which she names the “Land of Uprightness,” and where she goes to walk, study, dream and write for the next three years.  (Aunt Ruth cannot understand this at all, and is convinced that Emily must be up to something devious.)

I’ll love this.  Like Emily, I have moved a fair amount.  Some of the moves – like my most recent move home to northern Virginia – have been joyously welcomed.  Others, like our purchase of a house in Elma, New York, back in 2014, brought a sense of relief and hopefulness.  Still others, like the original move to Buffalo – I was dragged kicking and screaming, more or less.  But everywhere I’ve lived, starting from when I first read Emily Climbs and took Douglas Starr’s advice into my heart just as his daughter did – my first order of business has been to find something to love, and then to exhale and say, just as Emily did, I’ll love this.

I have loved outdoor places – like the windswept vista, above, that was the view from my living room in Elma.  Or the little, fussy, landscaped garden behind my rental house in Buffalo.  I’d have preferred a small yard – there was no green space appropriate for Peanut to play in, so we had to walk to a nearby park to get her antsies out – but I spent many an evening sitting on the back porch, sipping tea and watching the shadows play in the corners of that pocket-sized garden.

I have loved indoor places – the white built-in bookshelves in Buffalo, which I filled with all my friends… the dreamy kitchens in Mount Vernon and in Elma, where I cooked and baked to my heart’s content… the nursery corners in multiple houses in multiple states, where I rocked my babies to sleep more times than I can count.

Only once did I never find anything to love – unless you count the aforementioned rocking chair corner.  From January to July of 2016, we lived in a non-descript townhouse in an apartment complex in Williamsville, while we worked out the details, planned and carried out our move back to northern Virginia.  I couldn’t love anything there – not the miniscule kitchen, not the strange floor plan, not the way our furniture jutted out at odd angles all over the apartment, not the early-90s fixtures, not the bland view from the back deck.  It was the first place I’d ever lived where I was unable to find anything about which to say I’ll love this.  Still I had dreams of making the place a home, filling it with laughter and memories during the short time we lived there – but in the end, it was just a waypoint.  Even with the great relief that I felt to leave the place for the last time, I turned on my way out the door and said a silent thank you to the apartment for sheltering my family and keeping the rain off our heads while we figured out what our future held.

Now I’m in another rental, but one that couldn’t be more different.  This place, too, is just a waypoint – although we will stop here longer, a few years at least – before we move (what I hope will be) one final time, to our forever house.  But there is so much I can love here.  I love the little white flowers that I saw peeking up at me from the slope of our tiny front lawn just this week…  I love the breezy white kitchen, where I pack lunches, scramble eggs, make tea, jump out of the path of a careening giraffe scooter… I love the little corner in the living room, where I have set up my console table and arranged my favorite family photos in a grid on the wall above… I love our alley, and I love wondering about the lives being lived behind each of the friendly lighted windows… I love the twinkling lights in the trees, which I can just see over the top of a row of houses.  I’m not sure that Emily would feel quite at home in my urban environment, but I do know that she would find things to love about this house.

I’ll love this.  There are many scenes in the Emily trilogy, which made great impressions on me as a child – but none quite as much as Emily’s first disappointed look around her room in Shrewsbury, her squaring her shoulders, turning to the window and saying those three words in Emily Climbs.  If you were to ask me, as a young reader, to describe one scene from the Emily books – the one scene that was most memorable, most important – I’d have described that, and I’d have quoted you Emily’s decision that “I’ll love this.”  I had no idea how important those three small words would be over the years – how important they still are – but even as a young reader who had never moved (when I first read Emily Climbs, I was still living in the charming little house my parents owned when I was born) something in my heart extended to Emily in that scene, more than any other, and said, “Oh, yes, I recognize you.  I also need something to love.”

This post is my contribution to Naomi‘s #ReadingEmily readalong.  For more thoughts on Emily Climbs, check out the #ReadingEmily hashtag on Twitter.

16 thoughts on “#ReadingEmily And The Three Most Influential Words Of My Reading Life

  1. What a beautiful part of the book to connect with! I love it! And it really sounds like you needed it, with all your moving.
    Since getting married, I haven’t moved around a lot – just twice in 18 years, so I don’t know what that’s like. But I was exactly Emily’s age (10) when my family made a big (to me) move, and one the things my parents did to get us excited about it (because I was terrified) was to make sure my older sister and I had our own rooms, and we got to pick out the paint or wallpaper we wanted. It really helped me a lot – it was something to get excited about. LMM knew what she was doing when she paid so much attention to her heroines’ bedrooms.
    Moving a lot can be exciting, but it’s also nice to be able to dream about your forever home. Good luck with it!

    • Thank you! I agree that LMM paid special attention to her heroine’s bedrooms, and with very good effect. I love her descriptions of Emily’s “lookout” at New Moon, of course, and Anne’s “pretty” bedroom with its sprigged wallpaper and abundance of “girlish dreams.” I can picture Emily at the lookout window, writing into the night by the light of a harvest moon (and of course the New Moon candles) – and Anne sitting at her window, chin in her hand, gazing at a blooming tree in high spring and spinning one of her fantasies. I always wished I had a bedroom befitting one of Montgomery’s heroines – maybe someday!

      • I loved my childhood bedroom, and spent a lot of time in it. And I used to want to use candles to read by, but now I think using candles would probably be too hard on my eyes. Haha.

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  3. “I’ll love this.” That’s so beautiful. I love that this short phrase had an impact on you in your childhood home, and you’ve kept it in mind over the years as you’ve lived in various places. Not every home is ideal, but it usually has at least several redeeming qualities (I’m sorry that townhouse was lacking in every way, but at least you were only there a short time).

    • Thank you, my friend! You know me better than most, so you know what a homebody I am and how much I either thrive or flounder based on my sanctuary (or lack thereof). I think “I’ll love this” will be a phrase I turn to for the rest of my life…

  4. What a wonderful, inspiring line. Reminds me of Montgomery’s own determination to find something to love when she was living in Halifax, which she didn’t like and thought of as “the grimiest city in Canada.” Like Emily, she looked for trees she could love, and she found them in Point Pleasant Park. I loved reading about how important these three words have been to you over the years.

    • Thank you! Yes, I agree that “I’ll love this” is truly inspiring – and wise. (Douglas Starr knew what he was talking about.) You’ve made me want to revisit LMM’s journals! I read them as a teenager, but they were my grandmother’s copies and I think they’re long gone from her home. I’ve had them on my Amazon wish list… it might be time to add them to the cart. I remember loving them – a glimpse into the day-to-day mind of my favorite author. Such a treat!

      • It’s so interesting to trace connections between the journals and the novels. Because I live in Halifax, I have a special fondness for the entries that describe her life here when she was a student at Dalhousie University and then later when she worked for The Daily Echo. (November 13, 1901: “I am a newspaper woman! Sounds nice? Yes, and the reality is very nice, too.”)

      • I definitely need to go back to the journals! You’re making me want to track down the copies I read as a teenager. 🙂

        I would love to visit Halifax. I’ve been there once, only for a few days, when I was twelve and on my way to PEI with my grandparents. I remember loving the city and thinking Nova Scotia very beautiful, but being anxious to get to the Land of Anne and Emily – haha!

      • I hope you’ll get a chance to visit Halifax again! There are some LMM-related spots to see here, including The Daily Echo building (now The Olde Triangle pub), Dalhousie University’s Forrest Building, and The Old Burying Ground (“Old St. John’s Graveyard” in Anne of the Island), along with Point Pleasant Park. It is beautiful here. Not so much yesterday, when we had snow and freezing rain, and I was feeling quite envious when I saw your lovely photos from your trip to the Arboretum. But the summers are pleasant, and the weather — and fall colours — can be spectacular in September and October.

      • Snow and freezing rain – how awful. I hope that your weather warms up and stays warmed up for the season! One of my complaints about WNY was the weather, and particularly how long the spring took to arrive. I’m definitely more of a warm weather person, and while I knew plenty of people up there who were very contented with the long winters, I never could be.

        I’d love to get back to Halifax! I think we saw the graveyard when I visited, but it was so many years ago that I can’t be sure. I might just think I’ve been there after reading Anne of the Island so many times! I follow some Canadian photographers on Instagram, and every so often I see pictures of Halifax pop up in my feed, and I’m always charmed.

  5. “I’ll love this.” Yes. I am living in an apartment I’ve struggled to love, after moving out of an apartment I adored. But there are good things about this place, too, if I look for them. Thanks for this, friend.

    • I’m so sorry that you’re struggling to love your new place. I have absolutely been there. It can definitely take time to appreciate the good things about a new place, especially when the new place has the misfortune of following an old place you absolutely loved. (I’ve been there, too.) I hope it reveals some of its charms to you and that you’re able to feel more at home soon.

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