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“Oh, but there's such a difference between saying a thing yourself and hearing other people say it,' wailed Anne. 'You may know a thing is so, but you can't help hoping other people don't quite think it is.”

Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Work

Greatest Christmas Novels in One Volume: Life and Adventures of Santa Claus, Heidi, The Romance of a Christmas Card, The Little City of Hope, The Wonderful Life, Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, Little Lord Fauntleroy, Peter Pan…

The collection encompasses a variety of Christmas-themed stories, featuring beloved characters such as Santa Claus, Heidi, and Peter Pan. It includes works from renowned authors like Louisa May Alcott and J.M. Barrie, offering readers a diverse range of narratives and perspectives on the holiday spirit. more

Author

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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