As with Sylvia Plath, my relationship with Lucy Maud Montgomery has spanned the entirety of my life. It graduated from a childhood voracious yearning to read all the books immediately to a longer period when I “grew out of them”, to a re-discovery of them later, seasoned with life experience, a renewed interest leading to seeking out her lesser known books, many of which I had never even heard of in the first flush of LMM adoration. In the wake…
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