Anne-girl

"Soon the far-away slopes and hills were dim and wraithlike through their gauzy scarfing, as if pale autumn had flung a misty bridal veil over her hair and was waiting for her wintry bridegroom."

It's pure enjoyment to be caught on a hot [almost] summer's day basking in the warm sun while reading "Anne of the Island" by L.M. Montgomery. Must I feel guilty?