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“But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.”

Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Work

LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY - The Woman Behind The Books: Autobiography & Private Letters (Including The Complete Anne of Green Gables Series, Emily Starr Trilogy & The Blue Castle): The Alpine Path (Memoirs), Complete Chronicles of Avonlea, The Story Girl, The Golden Road, Jane of Lantern Hill, Rainbow Valley, Emily of New Moon and more

This extensive compilation offers a deep insight into the life and works of Lucy Maud Montgomery, a prominent figure in Canadian literature. It encompasses her personal correspondence, her memoirs, and a selection of her most beloved novels, including the complete Anne of Green Gables series, the Emily Starr trilogy, and The Blue Castle. Additionally, it includes lesser-known works like The Alpine Path, The Complete Chronicles of Avonlea, The Story Girl, The Golden Road, Jane of Lantern Hill, Rainbow Valley, and Emily of New Moon, showcasing the breadth of her literary achievements. more

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Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lucy Maud Montgomery was a Canadian author renowned for her children's literature, particularly the 'Anne of Green Gables' series. Her works are celebrated for their refreshing style and profound insights into human nature. more

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