 I used to read Anne of Green Gables. It was my favorite, most favorite series of books when I was a kid. I was like, my God, this girl is living a life that I wish I could have had. I'm just worried about, oh no, should I read this poem, right? Or should I, you know, hit Gilbert Blythe over the head with a chalkboard? Those are the problems I wish I had instead of the problems I was having, which was my dad just died. I got to work this 24-hour shift with my mom. But it's okay. I can read this book. When I heard Carol say...