Wednesday, November 30, 2016

L. M. Montgomery's Birthday!!!!

I simply could not let L. M. Montgomery's birthday pass without recognising it on this blog dedicated to her. 

So with all my heart I wish this most amazing, inspiring, authouress a marvellous would-be 142nd birthday!!! 
L. M. Montgomery is the most incredible authouress that ever lived, in my completely unbiased opinion. 😊 
Happy Birthday, Maud!!!!!

Friday, October 7, 2016

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Kindred Spirits Tag!

All right, folks, finally something that will give this neglected blog some activity! Here we go...
The Kindred Spirits Tag!

Rules:
-Answer the questions.
-Tag a few of your kindred spirits to answer the same questions!
-If you want, you can add questions of your own to ask the people you tag!

The questions:
1. When did you first read L. M. Montgomery's books/Have you read any of L. M. Montgomery's books?
2. Which of L. M. Montgomery's books have you read?
3. Who is your favourite Montgomery hero?
4. Which L. M. Montgomery book do you think should be made into a movie (can include a book you think deserves a better movie than the one it has :)?
5. Do you know without looking it up when her birthday is? When?
6. Do you know what L. M. Montgomery's friends called her?
7. What is one of your favourite Montgomery quotes?
8. Which of her books do you think has the prettiest title?
9. What's the prettiest Montgomery book cover you've seen (include a picture if possible!)?
10. Do you have a favourite Montgomery book? What? (Yes, you may choose multiple books.)

Now I tag:
Naomi (of course, she being the only person who might come close to being as big a fan of L. M. Montgomery as myself:)
And I'll answer these questions on my main blog.

As always, of course, you don't have to do it. :) Or, of course, you can just answer in the comments if you want. 
And also, as always, anyone who wants to can answer it in the comments or on their blog; feel free! If you do it on your blog, leave a link in the comments and I'll come check it out!

-L. M. Montgomery


Finally a Header!+I'm Still Here

I finally made a header for this lovely blog, which, I think, makes it look a little more distinguished, though I did not do a fantastic job of it. 
Also, this post is to pop in and say--even though I had not posted on this blog in almost two months, it is not because I don't care about it any more! I have simply been busy, and I have not had any blog inspiration for this sadly neglected little blog. 
So...I want to remedy that. Coming soon is an L. M. Montgomery appreciation tag post. :)

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Emily Starr's Birthday!


I almost forgot that today is Emily Starr's Birthday! If I had remembered I would have thought up something really fun to celebrate, but as it is we'll just read Emily's account of her own birthdays. 
In particular, I'm going to share her 14th birthday and her 24th birthday. 
If you recall, Emily wrote a letter to herself on her 14th birthday to be opened and read on her 24th birthday. 
Here is her journal entry from her 14th birthday:

May 19, 19--
"This is my birthday. I am fourteen years old today. I wrote a letter 'From myself at fourteen to myself at twenty-four,' sealed it up and put it away in my cupboard, to be opened on my twenty-fourth birthday. I made some predictions in it. I wonder if they will have come to pass when I open it."
(She wrote more than that, but I didn't include it. This account of her birthday is in the chapter titled, "Salad Days" in Emily Climbs if you wish to read it.)


Now, for L. M. Montgomery's account of Emily's twenty-fourth birthday, from chapter XX of Emily's Quest, which includes the aforementioned letter:



"On her twenty-fourth birthday Emily opened and read the letter she had written "from herself at fourteen to herself at twenty-four." It was not the amusing performance she had once expected it to be. She sat long at her window with the letter in her hand, watching the light of yellow, sinking stars over the bush that was still called Lofty John's oftener than not, form old habit. What would pop out when she opened that letter? A ghost of first youth? Of ambition? Of vanished love? Of lost friendship? Emily felt she would rather burn the letter than read it. But that would be cowardly. One must face things--even ghosts. With a sudden quick movement she cut open the envelope and took out the letter.
A whiff of old fragrance came with it. Folded in it were some dried rose-leaves--crisp brown things that crumbled to dust under her touch. Yes, she remembered that rose--Teddy had brought it to her one evening when they had been children together[...] Emily had kept the rose as long as possible in a little vase on her study table; but the night she had written her letter she had taken the limp, faded thing and folded it--with a kiss--between the sheets of paper. She had forgotten that it was there; and now it fell in her had, faded, unbeautiful, like the rose-hopes of long ago, yet with some faint bitter-sweetness still about it. The whole letter seemed full of it--whether of sense or spirit she could hardly tell.
This letter was, she sternly told herself, a foolish, romantic affair. Something to be laughed at. Emily carefully laughed at some parts of it. How crude--how silly--how sentimental--how amusing! Had she really ever been young and callow enough to write such flowery, exultant nonsense? And one would have thought, too, that fourteen regarded twenty-four as verging on venerable. 
"Have you written your great book?" airily asked Fourteen in conclusion. "Have you climbed to the very top of the Alpine Path? Oh, Twenty-Four, I'm envying you. It must be splendid to be you. Are you looking back patronisingly and pityingly to me? You wouldn't swing on a gate now, would you? Are you a staid old married woman with several children, living in the Disappointed House with One-You-Know-Of? Only don't be stodgy, I implore you, dear Twenty-Four. And do be dramatic. I love dramatic things and people. Are You Mrs. ----- ----? What name will fill those blanks? Oh, dear Twenty-four, I put into this letter for you a kiss--and a handful of moonshine--and the soul of a rose--and some of the green sweetness of the old hill field--and a whiff of wild violets. I hope you are happy and famous and lovely; and I hope you haven't quite forgoten. [<=Spelling error of her own]
"Your foolish
OLD SELF."
Emily locked the letter away. 
"So much for that nonsense," she said scoffingly.
Then she sat down in her chair, and dropped her head on her desk. Little silly, dreamy, happy, ignorant Fourteen! Always thinking that something great and wonderful and beautiful lay in the years ahead. Quite sure that the "mountain purple" could be reached. Quite sure that dreams always came true. Foolish Fourteen, who yet had known how to be happy.
"I'm envying you," said Emily. "I wish I had never opened your letter, foolish little Fourteen. Go back to your shadowy past and don't come again--mocking me. I'm going to have a white night because of you. I'm going to lie awake all night and pity myself."

Well, that's depressing, isn't it? Fortunately, L. M. Montgomery is simply marvellous and doesn't leave Emily like that for long. She doesn't like to drag on depression. It's quite nice, really. So we shall proceed onward as to not leave Emily in that ditch of self-pity.

"Yet already the footsteps of destiny were sounding on the stairs--though Emily thought they were only Cousin Jimmy's."

Now, I'm not going to copy down everything from then, I'm going to summarise it. 

Cousin Jimmy brought Emily a letter that said her book, The Moral of the Rose, had been published by "The big Warehams! The oldest and most important publishing house in America." Emily was quite surprised, as she never sent her book to the Warehams, assuming it would be of no use. Cousin Jimmy had found her book in the garret, and he stared reading it and got so caught up that he knew it must be good, and sent it to the only publishing company he could think of--the Warehams. Now let's return to L. M. Montgomery's account:

" "I just stuffed it in an old cracker box and mailed it to them off-hand."
"Didn't you even send stamps for its return?" gasped Emily, horrified. 
"No, never thought of it. Maybe that's why they took it. Maybe the other firms sent it back because you sent stamps."
"Hardly." Emily laughed and found herself crying.
"Emily, you ain't mad at me, are you?"
"No--no--darling--I'm only so flabbergasted, as you say yourself, that I don't know what to say or do. It's all so--the Warehams!"
"I've been watching the mails ever since," chuckled Cousin Jimmy. "Elizabeth has been thinking I've gone clear daft at last. If the story had come back I was going to smuggle it back to the garret--I wasn't going to let you know. But when I saw that thin envelope--I remembered you said once the thin envelopes always had good news--dear little Emily, don't cry!"
"I can't--help it--and oh, I'm sorry for what I called you, little Fourteen. You weren't silly--you were wise--you knew."
"It's gone to her head a little," said Cousin Jimmy to himself. "No wonder, after so many setbacks. But she'll soon be quite sensible again."
There! Isn't that a lovely conclusion to her birthday! I think it makes a nice conclusion to this post as well. 
I just want to say to dear Emily, who has been a dear friend, 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I hope it's wonderful and I hope Teddy spoils you and all of your children are sweet to you all day.


(Shhhh. Don't try to tell me she's not real or not alive; I'm talking to her, say, when she's 34. Okay?)
(And she IS real. Don't try to convince me otherwise.)

Sunday, April 24, 2016

In Memory of L. M. Montgomery


On this day, April twenty-fourth, seventy-four years ago, L. M. Montgomery died. 

However, she lives on through her many works, which we still can love today. She wrote twenty novels (please let me know if you know that this number is different for actual novels, not just books of short stories), including the well-known Anne of Green Gables, which is part of an 8-book series, as well as over one hundred sixty short stories, many of which have been put into collections, including Akin to Anne, The Doctor's Sweetheart (and other stories), and The Road to Yesterday. 

I have enjoyed L. M. Montgomery's books for several years, and I love them dearly. Today I commemorate her life and her legacy of books that still lives on. 



Friday, April 22, 2016

Rilla-my-Rilla

I just finished Rilla of Ingleside again.


Elisabeth, Naomi Bennet, Adellaide, if you read this, please just sympathise with me for a moment.

This bit at the end of Rilla of Ingleside that describes Rilla's feelings perfectly describes my own while reading the last chapter:

Click here to go to my other blog to finish reading!