Reading the Bible wasn't a great success. She tended to regard it as a primer, strictly for the infants. The message of the Bible was simple and any half-with could grasp it in thirty minutes flat! Religion was for doing things, not for reading about doing things. Once you had got the message there wasn't much point in going over and over the same old ground. Our local parson was taken aback when he asked her about God. The conversation went as follows:
'Do you believe in God?'
'Yes.'
Do you know what God is?'
'Yes.'
'What is God then?'
'He's God.'
Do you go to church?'
'No.'
'Because I know it all!'
'What do you know?'
'I know to love Mister God and to love people and cats and dogs and spiders and flowers and trees', and the catalogue went on, '-with all of me.'
Anna's a special little girl-bright and insightful and intuitive and outspoken. She 'runned away' from home because her mother is a cow and her father is a sod and met Fynn who loved her so she followed him home.
She's so special, sometimes it's hard to believe she actually existed. But she's also so special that you desperately want to believe that she did.
This book is a gem of a find tucked away in the religion corner of the bookshop.
