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A review by iseefeelings
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
5.0
While reading Anne of Green Gables, I can’t help but think about purchasing a whole box set for this lovely Canadian literature’s treasure. It has been so so long since the last time I got hooked on a book series like this. I didn’t know it feels that good and refreshing to have a book which brings me back to the little me I once was and eases the harshness in life.
I was so afraid that any dramatic incident would come to Anne but after all, the book is just like a mellow song; it soothes my wounded heart and lifts up my poor soul. Life suddenly becomes a little bit brighter, dreamier to me. I miss the little me who was daydreaming all the time. But I’m not Anne, I don’t have the fearless spirit like her. I love how she has her flaws but never hesitates to improve herself; she enjoys little moments in life with such a dear young heart. I just want to be her kindred spirit somehow.
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(236)"I've been making mistakes, and each mistake has helped to cure me of some great shortcoming."
(237)" 'Don't give up all your romance, Anne,' he whispered shyly, 'a little of it is a good thing - not too much, of course - but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.' "
(312)"When Matthew was here he liked to hear you laugh and he liked to know that you found pleasure in the pleasant things around you,' said Mrs Allan gently. 'He is just away now; and he likes to know it just the same. I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.'"
(319)"'When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes - what there is of green glory and soft, chequered light and shadows - what new landscapes - what new beauties - what curves and hills and valleys farther on.'"
I was so afraid that any dramatic incident would come to Anne but after all, the book is just like a mellow song; it soothes my wounded heart and lifts up my poor soul. Life suddenly becomes a little bit brighter, dreamier to me. I miss the little me who was daydreaming all the time. But I’m not Anne, I don’t have the fearless spirit like her. I love how she has her flaws but never hesitates to improve herself; she enjoys little moments in life with such a dear young heart. I just want to be her kindred spirit somehow.
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(236)"I've been making mistakes, and each mistake has helped to cure me of some great shortcoming."
(237)" 'Don't give up all your romance, Anne,' he whispered shyly, 'a little of it is a good thing - not too much, of course - but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.' "
(312)"When Matthew was here he liked to hear you laugh and he liked to know that you found pleasure in the pleasant things around you,' said Mrs Allan gently. 'He is just away now; and he likes to know it just the same. I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.'"
(319)"'When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes - what there is of green glory and soft, chequered light and shadows - what new landscapes - what new beauties - what curves and hills and valleys farther on.'"