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“What is it really like to be engaged?" asked Anne curiously. "Well, that all depends on who you're engaged to," answered Diana, with that maddening air of superior wisdom always assumed by those who are engaged over those who are not.”

Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

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ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - Complete Collection: ALL 14 Books in One Volume (Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island, Rainbow Valley, The Story Girl, Chronicles of Avonlea and more): Including Letters and Autobiography of Lucy Maud Montgomery

The Anne of Green Gables series is a beloved collection of novels by Lucy Maud Montgomery, chronicling the adventures and growth of Anne Shirley, an imaginative and spirited orphan. This comprehensive collection brings together all 14 books in the series, including the original Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island, Rainbow Valley, and more. Additionally, it includes personal correspondence and an autobiographical work by Montgomery, offering insight into the author's life and inspirations. 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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