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“You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.”

Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Work

The Collected Works of Lucy Maud Montgomery: 20 Novels & 170+ Short Stories, Poems, Letters and Memoirs (Including The Complete Anne Shirley Series, Chronicles of Avonlea & Emily Starr Trilogy): Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of Windy Poplars, Rainbow Valley, Rilla of Ingleside, Emily of New Moon, The Story Girl, The Golden Road, Pat of Silver Bush, The Blue Castle & many more

The Collected Works of Lucy Maud Montgomery is a comprehensive compilation of the author's extensive literary output. It encompasses 20 novels, over 170 short stories, poems, letters, and memoirs. The collection is particularly celebrated for its Anne Shirley series, which includes classic titles like 'Anne of Green Gables' and 'Anne of Avonlea'. Additionally, it features the Chronicles of Avonlea and the Emily Starr trilogy. The works within this collection offer a rich tapestry of stories set in the fictional province of Prince Edward Island, showcasing Montgomery's distinctive narrative style and enduring appeal. 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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