Anne of Green Gables (Anne of Green Gables Series #1)

Anne of Green Gables (Anne of Green Gables Series #1)

by L. M. Montgomery

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Anne of Green Gables (Anne of Green Gables Series #1) by L. M. Montgomery

As soon as Anne Shirley arrives at the snug white farmhouse called Green Gables, she is sure she wants to stay forever...but will the Cuthberts send her back to the orphanage? Anne knows she's not what they expected-a skinny girl with fiery red hair and a temper to match. If only she can convince them to let her stay, she'll try very hard not to keep rushing headlong into scrapes and blurting out the first thing that comes to her mind. Anne is not like anybody else, the Cuthberts agree; she is special-a girl with an enormous imagination. This orphan girl dreams of the day when she can call herself Anne of Green Gables.

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ISBN-13: 9781442490000
Publisher: Aladdin
Publication date: 01/14/2014
Series: Anne of Green Gables Series
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 438
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.60(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 10 - 14 Years

About the Author

Lucy Maud Montgomery (November 30, 1874–April 24, 1942) publicly known as L.M. Montgomery, was a Canadian author best known for a series of novels beginning with Anne of Green Gables, published in 1908. Anne of Green Gables was an immediate success. The central character, Anne, an orphaned girl, made Montgomery famous in her lifetime and gave her an international following. The first novel was followed by a series of sequels. Montgomery went on to publish twenty novels as well as 500 short stories and poems. Because many of the novels were set on Prince Edward Island, Canada and the Canadian province became literary landmarks. She was awarded Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 1935.

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Anne of Green Gables


  • MRS. RACHEL LYNDE LIVED JUST WHERE THE Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.

    There are plenty of people, in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor’s business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she “ran” the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday school, and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knitting “cotton warp” quilts—she had knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices—and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, with water on two sides of it, anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over that hill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel’s all-seeing eye.

    She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees. Thomas Lynde—a meek little man whom Avonlea people called “Rachel Lynde’s husband”—was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J. Blair’s store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life.

    And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there?

    Had it been any other man in Avonlea Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that didn’t happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoon’s enjoyment was spoiled.

    “I’ll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he’s gone and why,” the worthy woman finally concluded. “He doesn’t generally go to town this time of year and he never visits; if he’d run out of turnip seed he wouldn’t dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn’t driving fast enough to be going for the doctor. Yet something must have happened since last night to start him off. I’m clean puzzled, that’s what, and I won’t know a minute’s peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today.”

    Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big, rambling, orchard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde’s Hollow. To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthbert’s father, as shy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were so sociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place living at all.

    “It’s just staying, that’s what,” she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted, grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. “It’s no wonder Matthew and Marilla are both a little odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren’t much company, though dear knows if they were there’d be enough of them. I’d ruther look at people. To be sure, they seem contented enough; but then, I suppose, they’re used to it. A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said.”

    With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables. Very green and neat and precise was that yard, set about on one side with great patriarchal willows and on the other with prim Lombardies. Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen, for Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been. Privately she was of the opinion that Marilla Cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she swept her house. One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt.

    Mrs. Rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so. The kitchen at Green Gables was a cheerful apartment—or would have been cheerful if it had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an unused parlor. Its windows looked east and west; through the west one, looking out on the back yard, came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one, whence you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry trees in the left orchard and nodding, slender birches down in the hollow by the brook, was greened over by a tangle of vines. Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously; and here she sat now, knitting, and the table behind her was laid for supper.

    Mrs. Rachel, before she had fairly closed the door, had taken mental note of everything that was on that table. There were three plates laid, so that Marilla must be expecting some one home with Matthew to tea; but the dishes were every-day dishes and there was only crab apple preserves and one kind of cake, so that the expected company could not be any particular company. Yet what of Matthew’s white collar and the sorrel mare? Mrs. Rachel was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet, unmysterious Green Gables.

    “Good evening, Rachel,” Marilla said briskly. “This is a real fine evening, isn’t it? Won’t you sit down? How are all your folks?”

    Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of—or perhaps because of—their dissimilarity.

    Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it. She looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience, which she was; but there was a saving something about her mouth which, if it had been ever so slightly developed, might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor.

    “We’re all pretty well,” said Mrs. Rachel. “I was kind of afraid you weren’t, though, when I saw Matthew starting off today. I thought maybe he was going to the doctor’s.”

    Marilla’s lips twitched understandingly. She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she had known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her neighbor’s curiosity.

    “Oh, no, I’m quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday,” she said. “Matthew went to Bright River. We’re getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in Nova Scotia and he’s coming on the train tonight.”

    If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished. She was actually stricken dumb for five seconds. It was unsupposable that Marilla was making fun of her, but Mrs. Rachel was almost forced to suppose it.

    “Are you in earnest, Marilla?” she demanded when voice returned to her.

    “Yes, of course,” said Marilla, as if getting boys from orphan asylums in Nova Scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated Avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation.

    Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing!

    “What on earth put such a notion into your head?” she demanded disapprovingly.

    This had been done without her advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved.

    “Well, we’ve been thinking about it for some time—all winter in fact,” returned Marilla. “Mrs. Alexander Spencer was up here one day before Christmas and she said she was going to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hopetown in the spring. Her cousin lives there and Mrs. Spencer has visited her and knows all about it. So Matthew and I have talked it over off and on ever since. We thought we’d get a boy. Matthew is getting up in years, you know—he’s sixty—and he isn’t so spry as he once was. His heart troubles him a good deal. And you know how desperate hard it’s got to be to get hired help. There’s never anybody to be had but those stupid, half-grown little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke into your ways and taught something he’s up and off to the lobster canneries or the States. At first Matthew suggested getting a Barnado boy. But I said ‘no’ flat to that. ‘They may be all right—I’m not saying they’re not—but no London street Arabs for me,’ I said. ‘Give me a native born at least. There’ll be a risk, no matter who we get. But I’ll feel easier in my mind and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born Canadian.’ So in the end we decided to ask Mrs. Spencer to pick us out one when she went over to get her little girl. We heard last week she was going, so we sent her word by Richard Spencer’s folks at Carmody to bring us a smart, likely boy of about ten or eleven. We decided that would be the best age—old enough to be of some use in doing chores right off and young enough to be trained up proper. We mean to give him a good home and schooling. We had a telegram from Mrs. Alexander Spencer today—the mail man brought it from the station—saying they were coming on the five-thirty train tonight. So Matthew went to Bright River to meet him. Mrs. Spencer will drop him off there. Of course she goes on to White Sands station herself.”

    Mrs. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded to speak it now, having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news.

    “Well, Marilla, I’ll just tell you plain that I think you’re doing a mighty foolish thing—a risky thing, that’s what. You don’t know what you’re getting. You’re bringing a strange child into your house and home and you don’t know a single thing about him nor what his disposition is like nor what sort of parents he had nor how he’s likely to turn out. Why, it was only last week I read in the paper how a man and his wife up west of the Island took a boy out of an orphan asylum and he set fire to the house at night—set it on purpose, Marilla—and nearly burnt them to a crisp in their beds. And I know another case where an adopted boy used to suck the eggs—they couldn’t break him of it. If you had asked my advice in the matter—which you didn’t do, Marilla—I’d have said for mercy’s sake not to think of such a thing, that’s what.”

    This Job’s comforting seemed neither to offend nor alarm Marilla. She knitted steadily on.

    “I don’t deny there’s something in what you say, Rachel. I’ve had some qualms myself. But Matthew was terrible set on it. I could see that, so I gave in. It’s so seldom Matthew sets his mind on anything that when he does I always feel it’s my duty to give in. And as for the risk, there’s risks in pretty near everything a body does in this world. There’s risks in people’s having children of their own if it comes to that they don’t always turn out well. And then Nova Scotia is right close to the Island. It isn’t as if we were getting him from England or the States. He can’t be much different from ourselves.”

    “Well, I hope it will turn out all right,” said Mrs. Rachel in a tone that plainly indicated her painful doubts. “Only don’t say I didn’t warn you if he burns Green Gables down or puts strychnine in the well—I heard of a case over in New Brunswick where an orphan asylum child did that and the whole family died in fearful agonies. Only, it was a girl in that instance.”

    “Well, we’re not getting a girl,” said Marilla, as if poisoning wells were a purely feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy. “I’d never dream of taking a girl to bring up. I wonder at Mrs. Alexander Spencer for doing it. But there, she wouldn’t shrink from adopting a whole orphan asylum if she took it into her head.”

    Mrs. Rachel would have liked to stay until Matthew came home with his imported orphan. But reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival she concluded to go up the road to Robert Bell’s and tell them the news. It would certainly make a sensation second to none, and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a sensation. So she took herself away, somewhat to Marilla’s relief, for the latter felt her doubts and fears reviving under the influence of Mrs. Rachel’s pessimism.

    “Well, of all things that ever were or will be!” ejaculated Mrs. Rachel when she was safely out in the lane. “It does really seem as if I must be dreaming. Well, I’m sorry for that poor young one and no mistake. Matthew and Marilla don’t know anything about children and they’ll expect him to be wiser and steadier than his own grandfather, if he ever had a grandfather, which is doubtful. It seems uncanny to think of a child at Green Gables somehow; there’s never been one there, for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the new house was built—if they ever were children, which is hard to believe when one looks at them. I wouldn’t be in that orphan’s shoes for anything. My, but I pity him, that’s what.”

    So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fullness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound.

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    1.  The critic Julian Moynahan argues that “Lady Chatterley’s Lover dramatizes two opposed orientations toward life, two distinct modes of human awareness, the one abstract, cerebral, and unvital; the other concrete, physical, and organic.” Discuss.

    2.  What is the role of the manor house, the industrial village, and the wood in the novel?

    3.  Many critics have argued that while Lady Chatterley’s Lover represents a daring treatment of sexuality, it is an inferior work of art, though other critics have called it a novel of the first rank. (“Lady Chatterley’s Lover, ” F. R. Leavis writes, “is a bad novel, ” while Anaïs Nin, on the other hand, describes it as “artistically . . . [Lawrence’s] best novel.”) What do you think?

    4.  In “Apropos of Lady Chatterley’s Lover” (a defense of the book that he published in 1930), Lawrence wrote that “the greatest need of man is the renewal forever of the complete rhythm of life and death, the rhythm of the sun’s year, the body’s year of a lifetime, and the greater year of the stars, the soul’s year of immortality.” How is the theme of resurrection played out in the novel?

    5.  From the time it was banned from unexpurgated publication in the United States and Britain until the trials in the late 1950s and early 1960s that resulted in the lifting of the ban, and even more recently, critics have argued over whether Lady Chatterley’s Lover is obscene and vulgar. Lawrence argues in “Apropos of Lady Chatterley’s Lover”that “we shall never free the phallic reality [i. e., sex] . . . till we give it its own phallic language and use the obscene words”; his goal was to purify these words. Critics have disagreed as to whether he succeeded in this goal; Richard Aldington notes, for example, that the words are “incrusted with nastiness” and “cannot regain their purity” and Graham Hough argues that “the fact remains that the connotations of the obscene physical words are either facetious or vulgar.” Do you think the novel is obscene or vulgar, or do you think Lawrence succeeds in his mission?

    6.  “The essential function of art is moral, ” Lawrence once wrote. “Not aesthetic, not decorative, not pastime and recreation. But moral.” Do you think this proposition informs the shape, structure, and meaning of Lady Chatterley’s Lover, and if so, how?

    7.  Critics have often complained that one of Lawrence’s weaknesses as a novelist is his characterization. So John Middleton Murry writes of Sons and Lovers that “we can discern no individuality whatever in the denizens of Mr. Lawrence’s world. We should have thought that we should have been able to distinguish between male and female at least. But no! Remove the names, remove the sedulous catalogues of unnecessary clothing . . . and man and woman are as indistinguishable as octopods in an aquarium tank.” And Edwin Muir comments generally that “we remember the scenes in his novels; we forget the names of his men and women. We should not know any of them if we met them in the street.” Do you think this applies in the case of Lady Chatterley’s Lover? If so, do you think it is a fault or a virtue?

    8.  How does nature imagery function in the novel?

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    Anne of Green Gables (Anne of Green Gables Series #1) 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 100 reviews.
    CassidyR More than 1 year ago
    Anne of Green Gables is a novel by Lucy Maud Montgomery. It is titled Anne of Green Gables because it follows the adventures of a mischievous girl, Anne Shirley, who lives in Green Gables. The story takes place in the 1890's and follows Anne through several years of her life. Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert had decided to adopt a boy to help on the farm. Instead the orphanage sent a talkative and troublesome girl. They were going to send her back, but quickly came to love Anne and decided to adopt her. The major conflict of the story is Marilla's trouble raising Anne, the protagonist. The rising action involves Anne's imagination, which always provokes her to do foolish things. In addition, Gilbert Blythe (the antagonist) provokes Anne. There never is a true turning point in the book. Anne promises to behave after each incident, but once again finds trouble. The resolution is made when Matthew, her adopted father, dies. Anne promises Matthew she'll behave just before he passes away. The characters and the plot in the book were very well developed and believable. The writing in Anne of Green Gables was vividly descriptive. Anne always liked to imagine things, and often times the book would describe in detail what she dreamed of. The dialogue used was 3rd person. One of my favorite passages was, "Pretty? Oh pretty doesn't seem to be the right word. Nor beautiful, either. They don't go far enough. Oh, it was wonderful- wonderful. It is the first thing I saw that couldn't be improved by imagination." The theme of Anne of Green Gables would be imagination can make the rainiest days bright. The author is trying to say that imagination can lift you through troubled times. I really liked the book Anne of Green Gables. It was very entertaining and I would suggest it to all.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I really had fun to read this book. This book refreshed my brain from the real world.
    FunBookWorm11 More than 1 year ago
    Anne of Green Gables: Book Review "I'll try and do anything and be anything you want, if you'll only keep me." Anne said. "Well," said Marilla. "I suppose I might as well tell you. Matthew and I have decided to keep you-that is if you will try to be a good little girl and show yourself grateful. Why, child, whatever is the matter?" " I'm crying," said Anne. "I can't think why. I'm glad as can be. I'm so happy. But can you tell me why I'm crying?" Anne Shirley is not an ordinary child. She is a little orphan girl who always talks and tries to make everything exciting. She is imaginative and has lots of ambitions even as a little girl. Anne has an atrocious and frightening life until she mistakenly comes to the Cuthberts' house. The Cuthberts are looking for a boy for help in their daily chores, due to becoming old, but when they meet the interesting Anne, the Cuthberts can't resist adopting her. Anne gets so excited and thanks the Cuthberts for their kindness to her. Ms. Cuthbert wants Anne to be a smart and humble old-fashioned girl while the quiet Mr. Cuthbert only wants to make Anne happy. This story tells about Anne's adventurous life as she adapts to her new environment, including making friends and going to school. Anne also struggles to fit in with all of the older, prettier girls in her surroundings. Beside a few weak and boring parts, this story is fun, exciting, and suspenseful, and it is thrilling to watch Anne as she grows up and tries to make the best of herself. I would recommend this lovable young adult novel to all those people who have ever wondered how it feels to be an orphan.
    Bookworm1279 More than 1 year ago
    Anne Shirley comes to Green Gables in hopes of finding a home to call home at last. That she does find in Matthew and Marilla who take her in. Of course at first Marilla does not want her because she is not a boy who she wanted but Matthew has fallen in love with Anne wants her to stay. Stay she does and changes their lives forever. She had her ways of living and seening life and gets into plenty of trouble all on her own. Even Gilbert had noticed Anne he does something that Anne really does not like and ends up not likeing him for what he even though he is sorry.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I love this book it makes you Feel good inside and you will laugh out loud in this sweet daring and funny adventure of anne of green gables
    AvidEntertainmentQueen More than 1 year ago
    Anne of Green Gables is a story about a little girl with a HUGE imagination. The language used makes the book sound like it should be worth a million dollars. The richness of the classical literature will leave you breathless and wanting to frame this book for all to see. On a personal note, this book is at the top of my favorites list; in fact, I love it so much that I have multiple copies! Call me crazy, but this book is a treasured gem in the world of children's classics. Every child should read this book because it will enrich their childhood and fill them with an avid appreciation for poetry, literatue, and life. Overall, a great read! Life-changing!
    WI-mom4 More than 1 year ago
    Got this book for my daughter. We enjoyed reading it together and she is interested in reading the other books of the series as well.
    songcatchers More than 1 year ago
    I've begun re-reading the Anne of Green Gables series. I've just finished the first book and enjoyed it just as much, if not more, as I did when I was twelve!

    When Marilla and Mathew Cuthbert, an aging brother and sister, send away for an orphan boy to help out on the farm they are sent a little girl instead by mistake. They decide to keep Anne and it's the best decision of their lives. They fall in love with the little freckle faced redhead as does everyone around her. You can't help but love her dramatic imagination and mischievous ways. She comes to the Cuthbert house of Green Gables as an eleven year old and at the end of the book she's nearly an adult at the age of sixteen. The years she spends at Green Gables and the town of Avonlea are filled with amusing adventures and misshapes usually brought about by Anne's overactive imagination. The story takes place on Canada's Prince Edward Island and the island comes to life beautifully through the eyes of Anne. This charming story is perfect for all ages and one to be enjoyed over and over.
    Guest More than 1 year ago
    This book was by far one of the best that I have ever read. I simply love the fact that the author expressed Anne's feelings and dialoge with such vivid details. As I read how Anne adjusted to everyday life at Green Gables, I saw everything as clearly as a movie. The author- L.M. Montggomer did an awesome job!
    Guest More than 1 year ago
    Ann of the Green Gables was an amazing book. It is about a girl named Anne who came to the Green Gables and started a life with Marilla and Matthew when they adopted her. Then she grows up with them and her best friend and on the way have fun times, sad times, and even some misunderstanding times. I recommend this book to someone who wants to read a good classic book and a few laughs from time to time. There were a lot of fun times in Ann of the Green Gables. Like there was a part where Ann and Diana decide on being Blossom Friends, which kind of means BFFs. There was also when Ann and her friends act out a play near the river. Then there was when Ann and Diana go see a concert in the city. Overall, this book was probably almost all filled with fun things happening. There was also alot of sad times in Ann of the Green Gables too. Like when Marilla almost didn¿t let Ann stay at the Green Gables. And there was also when Diana¿s mom would not let her play with Ann for a long time and when Ann woulds not go out of her room because of that. Even though there was alot of fun things, there was still alot of sad times in the book. There might have been mostly sad and fun times in Ann of the Green Gables but there was a few times where things were a little misunderstanding. Like when Diana¿s mom thought that Ann made Diana drunk when it was only a mistake. And there was when Ann bought hair dye from an Italian and it made her hair turn green and then Marilla made her shave her head. There weren¿t many parts like that but they were the funniest parts to read. Overall this book is a great classic and I certainly had fun reading it. I would recommend it to someone who loves to read good, funny classic books.
    marmaladegirl on LibraryThing 7 days ago
    I remember the first time I read this book - it was the night before I started 6th grade and I was too nervous about starting middle school to get to sleep. So I read. I ended up reading the whole book that night and didn't get a wink of sleep. But it was worth it. It's been favorite of mine ever since.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This is one of my favorite books. I can relate to Anne in so many ways.
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    The book Anne of Green Gables is an adventurous fiction about a girl named Anne, and her going to live in a new home. Anne meets many new and interesting people, and does many crazy things.  The story takes place on Prince Edward Island in Avonlea. It is about Anne living  in Green Gables with Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert and her growing up and making decisions in life.  This story was all in all a good book. In some parts, however, there would be conversations that would go on and on and on!!! The book also had a number of big words in it. The author did a good job of writing this book because there were happy parts, sad parts, and funny parts.  I would recommend this book to you if you are at least ten years of age because of all the big words and some parts that you have to  break down and really think about.  One of the books strengths was that it had a lot of detail. While reading you can clearly picture the setting.  Therefore, I definitely advise you read the book Anne of Green Gables. It is a funny yet serious novel about the life of a girl, and if you read it i am sure you will like it as much as I did! :)  -Ducky
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