Rainbow Valley by L.M. Montgomery.
Title: Rainbow Valley.
Author: L.M. Montgomery.
Genre: Fiction, YA, children's lit, family saga.
Country: Canada.
Language: English.
Publication Date: 1919.
Summary: Anne Shirley is grown up, has married her beloved Gilbert, and now is the mother of six mischievous children. These boys and girls discover a special place all their own, but they never dream of what will happen when the strangest family of the new minister moves into an old nearby manse. The Meredith clan is two boys and two girls, with minister father but no mother. And they discover a runaway girl named Mary Vance. Soon the Meredith kids join Anne's children in their private hideout to carry out their plans to save Mary from the orphanage, to help the lonely minister find happiness, and to keep a pet rooster from the soup pot. There's always an adventure brewing in the sun-dappled world of Rainbow Valley.
My rating: 8/10.
My Review:
♥ ...and forgiver and forgiven cuddled down together again, harmony restored, to watch the shadows of the vine leaves on the moonlit wall until they fell asleep.
And in the study below Rev. John Meredith walked the floor with rapt face and shining eyes, thinking out his message of the morrow, and knew not that under his own roof there was a little forlorn soul, stumbling in darkness and ignorance, beset by terror and compassed about with difficulties too great for it to grapple in its unequal struggle with a big indifferent world.
♥ Her confusion put him at ease and he forgot to be shy; besides, even the shyest of men can sometimes be quite audacious in moonlight.
♥ It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.
♥ "I like wind," he said. "A day when there is no wind seems to me DEAD. A windy day wakes me up." He gave a conscious laugh. "On a calm day I fall into day dreams."
♥ The Rev. John's eyes twinkled.
"You were-a little frightened-at first?”
"I was a whole lot frightened," said honest Walter.
"But I'm not going to be frightened any more, sir. Being frightened of things is worse than the things themselves. I'm going to ask father to take me over to Lowbridge to-morrow to get my tooth out."
"Right again. 'Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears.’ Do you know who wrote that, Walter? It was Shakespeare. Was there any feeling or emotion or experience of the human heart that that wonderful man did not know? When you go home tell your mother I am proud of you.”
♥ We must be just, even when we are terribly hurt.”
♥ We miss so much out of life if we don't love. The more we love the richer life is-even if it is only some little furry or feathery pet.
♥ "I think it is just as well to be interested in things as long as you live," she had said. "If you're not, it doesn't seem to me that there's much difference between the quick and the dead.”
♥ Life had not been pleasant lately in the house on the hill. Ellen had not sulked-Ellen had been a brick. But things can be felt that are never said and at times the silence between the two women was intolerably eloquent.