Lucy Maud Montgomery

At sixteen Anne is grown up...almost. Her gray eyes shine like evening stars, but her red hair is still as peppery as her temper. In the years since she arrived at Green Gables as a freckle-faced orphan, she has earned the love of the people of Avonlea and a reputation for getting into scrapes. But when Anne begins her job a the new schoolteacher, the real test of her character begins. Along with teaching the three Rs, she is learning how complicated life can be when she meddles in someone else's romance, finds two orphans at Green Gables, and wonders about the strange behaviour of the very handsome Gilbert Blythe. As Anne enters womanhood, her adventures touch the heart and the funny bone.Anne is about to start her first term teaching at the Avonlea school, although she will still continue her studies at home with Gilbert, who is teaching at the nearby White Sands School. The book soon introduces Anne's new and problematic neighbour, Mr. Harrison, and his foul-mouthed parrot, as well as the twins, Davy and Dora. They are the children of Marilla's third cousin and she takes them in when their mother dies while their uncle is out of the country.

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Anne Of Avonlea

Emily Netherland

madeleine

She said whenever you looked foward to anything plesant you were sure to be more or less dissapointed... that nothing ever came up to you expectations. Well perhaps that is true but there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either...they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

Everything that's worth having is some trouble.

After all, when one can see stars and skies like that, little dissapointments and accidents can't matter so much, can they?

When I think something nice is going to happen i seem to fly right up onto the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realise I drop down to earth with a thud. But really Marilla, the flying part is glorious as long as it lasts... it's like soaring through a sunset. Ithink it almost pays for the thud.

There is no plot in it, you see. It's just a string of fancies. I like writing such things but of course nothing of the sort would ever do for publication, for editors insist on plots.

cedar winslow

I have a conviction that there are scores of beautiful nooks there that have never really been 

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