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“Well, that was life. Gladness and pain...hope and fear...and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart...learn to love it and then let it go in turn. Spring, lovely as it was, must yield to summer and summer lose itself in autumn. The birth...the bridal...the death...” 
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

Anne of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery // Book Review //

 For years, I have always adored "young" Anne, "college" Anne and "newlywed married" Anne in Books 1-5. I have now reached unchartered territory with the Anne of Green Gables series with my first reading of this book. In Anne of Ingleside,  we meet Anne as a mother of six, very active and imaginative children. I understand the desire (and complaints by some) of wanting to read more of Anne in her early days, however, life keeps swiftly moving, and with the advancement of time comes change. Montgomery wisely provides us, the reader, with the passage of time which is always full of joys and sorrows. Although my first love of this series will always be the young Anne of Green Gables, the more I reflect on the "older" Anne of Ingleside, the more I grow to also appreciate her wisdom, growth, maturity and most of all, her love for her children, husband, family and friends. Themes of family, rememberance, love, hope, loyalty, patience, a mother's love, the passage of time, insecurity, forgiveness and imagination are found beautifully nestled throughout this book. I am reminded of how quickly time passes, how fast children grow and how every moment of life (especially the little ones) are precious! I hope you have enjoyed or will plan to enjoy this wonderful story!

“They were all growing so fast. In just a few short years they would be all young men and women...youth tiptoe...expectant...a-star with its sweet wild dreams...little ships sailing out of safe harbor to unknown ports. The boys would go away to their life work and the girls...ah, the mist-veiled forms of beautiful brides might be seen coming down the old stairs at Ingleside. But they would still be hers for a few years yet...hers to love and guide...to sing the songs that so many mothers had sung...Hers...and Gilbert's.” 
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

 

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