Anne of the Island by Lucy Maud Montgomery (English) Paperback Book

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Anne Shirley is off to attend Redmond College in this beautifully packaged edition of the third novel in Montgomery's beloved Anne of Green Gables series.

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Anne Shirley is off to college in this artfully packaged edition of the third book in the Anne of Green Gables series.Anne is finally off to Redmond College! While she's sad to be leaving Marilla and the twins, she's excited to finally become a full-fledged BA, and to embark on new adventures with the other Avonlea folks attending Redmond-a group that includes her friend Gilbert Blythe.At Redmond Anne meets Philippa Gordon, a frivolous but charming girl who pulls Anne into the center of the Redmond social scene. As Anne becomes the object of several boys' affection, she's faced with numerous proposals she can't possibly accept. Then Gilbert ruins everything by declaring his own feelings for her, and Anne worries that she's lost one of her best friends...and possibly so much more.This addition to the renowned Anne of Green Gables series makes a wonderful gift and keepsake.

Author Biography

Dr. Collett Tracey teaches Canadian literature at Carleton University. She brings her interest in Canadian modernism and women's writing to her introduction. Lucy Maud Montgomery was born in Clifton (now New London), Prince Edward Island on November 30, 1874. Raised by her maternal grandparents, she attended Prince of Wales College in Charlottetown and obtained her teaching certificate. She later studied literature at Dalhousie University in Halifax. She eventually married Ewan Macdonald, a Presbyterian minister, and had 3 sons with him. She published 12 books in total and died in Toronto i

Excerpt from Book

Anne of the Island THE SHADOW OF CHANGE Harvest is ended and summer is gone," quoted Anne Shirley, gazing across the shorn fields dreamily. She and Diana Barry had been picking apples in the Green Gables orchard, but were now resting from their labors in a sunny corner, where airy fleets of thistledown drifted by on the wings of a wind that was still summer-sweet with the incense of ferns in the Haunted Wood. But everything in the landscape around them spoke of autumn. The sea was roaring hollowly in the distance, the fields were bare and sere, scarfed with golden rod, the brook valley below Green Gables overflowed with asters of ethereal purple, and the Lake of Shining Waters was blue--blue--blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all moods and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquility unbroken by fickle dreams. "It has been a nice summer," said Diana, twisting the new ring on her left hand with a smile. "And Miss Lavendar''s wedding seemed to come as a sort of crown to it. I suppose Mr. and Mrs. Irving are on the Pacific coast now." "It seems to me they have been gone long enough to go around the world," sighed Anne. "I can''t believe it is only a week since they were married. Everything has changed. Miss Lavendar and Mr. and Mrs. Allan gone--how lonely the manse looks with the shutters all closed! I went past it last night, and it made me feel as if everybody in it had died." "We''ll never get another minister as nice as Mr. Allan," said Diana, with gloomy conviction. "I suppose we''ll have all kinds of supplies this winter, and half the Sundays no preaching at all. And you and Gilbert gone--it will be awfully dull." "Fred will be here," insinuated Anne slyly. "When is Mrs. Lynde going to move up?" asked Diana, as if she had not heard Anne''s remark. "Tomorrow. I''m glad she''s coming--but it will be another change. Marilla and I cleared everything out of the spare room yesterday. Do you know, I hated to do it? Of course, it was silly--but it did seem as if we were committing sacrilege. That old spare room has always seemed like a shrine to me. When I was a child I thought it the most wonderful apartment in the world. You remember what a consuming desire I had to sleep in a spare room bed--but not the Green Gables spare room. Oh, no, never there! It would have been too terrible--I couldn''t have slept a wink from awe. I never walked through that room when Marilla sent me in on an errand--no, indeed, I tiptoed through it and held my breath, as if I were in church, and felt relieved when I got out of it. The pictures of George Whitefield and the Duke of Wellington hung there, one on each side of the mirror, and frowned so sternly at me all the time I was in, especially if I dared peep in the mirror, which was the only one in the house that didn''t twist my face a little. I always wondered how Marilla dared houseclean that room. And now it''s not only cleaned but stripped bare. George Whitefield and the Duke have been relegated to the upstairs hall. ''So passes the glory of this world,''" concluded Anne, with a laugh in which there was a little note of regret. It is never pleasant to have our old shrines desecrated, even when we have outgrown them. "I''ll be so lonesome when you go," moaned Diana for the hundredth time. "And to think you go next week!" "But we''re together still," said Anne cheerily. "We mustn''t let next week rob us of this week''s joy. I hate the thought of going myself--home and I are such good friends. Talk of being lonesome! It''s I who should groan. You''ll be here with any number of your old friends--and Fred! While I shall be alone among strangers, not knowing a soul!" "Except Gilbert--and Charlie Sloane," said Diana, imitating Anne''s italics and slyness. "Charlie Sloane will be a great comfort, of course," agreed Anne sarcastically; whereupon both those irresponsible damsels laughed. Diana knew exactly what Anne thought of Charlie Sloane; but, despite sundry confidential talks, she did not know just what Anne thought of Gilbert Blythe. To be sure, Anne herself did not know that. "The boys may be boarding at the other end of Kingsport, for all I know," Anne went on. "I am glad I''m going to Redmond, and I am sure I shall like it after a while. But for the first few weeks I know I won''t. I shan''t even have the comfort of looking forward to the weekend visit home, as I had when I went to Queen''s. Christmas will seem like a thousand years away." "Everything is changing--or going to change," said Diana sadly. "I have a feeling that things will never be the same again, Anne." "We have come to a parting of the ways, I suppose," said Anne thoughtfully. "We had to come to it. Do you think, Diana, that being grown-up is really as nice as we used to imagine it would be when we were children?" "I don''t know--there are some nice things about it," answered Diana, again caressing her ring with that little smile which always had the effect of making Anne feel suddenly left out and inexperienced. "But there are so many puzzling things, too. Sometimes I feel as if being grown-up just frightened me--and then I would give anything to be a little girl again." "I suppose we''ll get used to being grown-up in time," said Anne cheerfully. "There won''t be so many unexpected things about it by and by--though, after all, I fancy it''s the unexpected things that give spice to life. We''re eighteen, Diana. In two more years we''ll be twenty. When I was ten I thought twenty was a green old age. In no time you''ll be a staid, middle-aged matron, and I shall be nice, old maid Aunt Anne, coming to visit you on vacations. You''ll always keep a corner for me, won''t you, Di darling? Not the spare room, of course--old maids can''t aspire to spare rooms, and I shall be as ''umble as Uriah Heep, and quite content with a little over-the-porch or off-the-parlor cubby hole." "What nonsense you do talk, Anne," laughed Diana. "You''ll marry somebody splendid and handsome and rich--and no spare room in Avonlea will be half gorgeous enough for you--and you''ll turn up your nose at all the friends of your youth." "That would be a pity; my nose is quite nice, but I fear turning it up would spoil it," said Anne, patting that shapely organ. "I haven''t so many good features that I could afford to spoil those I have; so, even if I should marry the King of the Cannibal Islands, I promise you I won''t turn up my nose at you, Diana." With another gay laugh the girls separated, Diana to return to Orchard Slope, Anne to walk to the post office. She found a letter awaiting her there, and when Gilbert Blythe overtook her on the bridge over the Lake of Shining Waters she was sparkling with the excitement of it. "Priscilla Grant is going to Redmond, too," she exclaimed. "Isn''t that splendid? I hoped she would, but she didn''t think her father would consent. He has, however, and we''re to board together. I feel that I can face an army with banners--or all the professors of Redmond in one fell phalanx--with a chum like Priscilla by my side." "I think we''ll like Kingsport," said Gilbert. "It''s a nice old burg, they tell me, and has the finest natural park in the world. I''ve heard that the scenery in it is magnificent." "I wonder if it will be--can be--any more beautiful than this," murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom "home" must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars. They were leaning on the bridge of the old pond, drinking deep of the enchantment of the dusk, just at the spot where Anne had climbed from her sinking dory on the day Elaine floated down to Camelot. The fine, empurpling dye of sunset still stained the western skies, but the moon was rising and the water lay like a great, silver dream in her light. Remembrance wove a sweet and subtle spell over the two young creatures. "You are very quiet, Anne," said Gilbert at last. "I''m afraid to speak or move for fear all this wonderful beauty will vanish just like a broken silence," breathed Anne. Gilbert suddenly laid his hand over the slender white one lying on the rail of the bridge. His hazel eyes deepened into darkness, his still boyish lips opened to say something of the dream and hope that thrilled his soul. But Anne snatched her hand away and turned quickly. The spell of the dusk was broken for her. "I must go home," she exclaimed, with a rather overdone carelessness. "Marilla had a headache this afternoon, and I''m sure the twins will be in some dreadful mischief by this time. I really shouldn''t have stayed away so long." She chattered ceaselessly and inconsequently until they reached the Green Gables lane. Poor Gilbert hardly had a chance to get a word in edgewise. Anne felt rather relieved when they parted. There had been a new, secret self-consciousness in her heart with regard to Gilbert, ever since that fleeting moment of revelation in the garden of Echo Lodge. Something alien had intruded into the old, perfect, school-day comradeship--something that threatened to mar it. "I never felt glad to see Gilbert go before," she thought, half-resentfully, half-sorrowfully, as she walked alone up the la

Details ISBN1442490047 Author Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Title ANNE OF THE ISLAND Audience Age 8-12 Publisher Aladdin Paperbacks Language English ISBN-10 1442490047 ISBN-13 9781442490048 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Residence -CN Birth 1874 Death 1942 Year 2014 Publication Date 2014-06-05 Country of Publication United States Pages 358 Series Anne of Green Gables Imprint Aladdin Place of Publication New York, NY Audience Children/Juvenile NZ Release Date 2014-06-05 US Release Date 2014-06-05 UK Release Date 2014-06-05 Illustrations f-c cvr on uncoated stock w- spot gloss AU Release Date 2014-05-31 We've got this

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