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“That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.”

Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Work

L. M. MONTGOMERY – Ultimate Collection: 20 Novels & 170+ Short Stories, Poetry, Letters and Autobiography (Including The Complete Anne of Green Gables Series & Emily Starr Trilogy): Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island, The Blue Castle, Rilla of Ingleside, Emily of New Moon, Emily Climbs, The Golden Road, Mistress Pat, Chronicles of Avonlea, Kilmeny of the Orchard and many more

The Ultimate Collection by L. M. Montgomery is a treasure trove of literary works, encompassing 20 novels and over 170 short stories, poetry, letters, and an autobiography. This extensive compilation highlights Montgomery's celebrated Anne of Green Gables series, including Anne of Avonlea and Anne of the Island, as well as the Emily Starr trilogy. Additionally, it includes lesser-known works such as The Blue Castle, Rilla of Ingleside, Emily of New Moon, Emily Climbs, The Golden Road, Mistress Pat, Chronicles of Avonlea, and Kilmeny of the Orchard, offering readers a comprehensive view of Montgomery's diverse and enduring literary legacy. 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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