#l. m. montgomery

[blekitnyzamek]

Illustrations from "Blue Castle"

In Poland we have 5 translations of "Blue Castle" (and in the 1st one Valancy is not named Valancy but Joanna (Joanne); and I think it's funny enough to dedicate separate post about that in the future) and one of them has such a magical illustrations, that I need to share them <3

All of them are from this edition of "The Blue Castle"/"Błękitny zamek" (which was translated by Jolanta Bartosik) and were drawn by Katarzyna Karina Chmiel. Cover too, just look at it! I love this artstyle.

I will add quotes adjacent to the illustrations above them. That one is on title-page, gorgeous<3

Valancy went home by the short-cut of Lover’s Lane. She did not often go through Lover’s Lane—but it was getting near supper-time and it would never do to be late. Lover’s Lane wound back of the village, under great elms and maples, and deserved its name. It was hard to go there at any time and not find some canoodling couple—or young girls in pairs, arms intertwined, earnestly talking over their little secrets. Valancy didn’t know which made her feel more self-conscious and uncomfortable.

She [Valancy] had flatly refused to take either Purple Pills or Redfern’s Bitters. She had announced coolly that she did not intend to answer to the name of “Doss” any longer. She had told Cousin Stickles that she wished she would give up wearing that brooch with Cousin Artemas Stickles’ hair in it. She had moved her bed in her room to the opposite corner. She had read Magic of Wings Sunday afternoon. When Cousin Stickles had rebuked her Valancy had said indifferently, “Oh, I forgot it was Sunday”—and had gone on reading it.

Cousin Stickles had seen a terrible thing—she had caught Valancy sliding down the bannister. Cousin Stickles did not tell Mrs. Frederick this��poor Amelia was worried enough as it was.

Valancy had walked out to Roaring Abel’s house on the Mistawis road under a sky of purple and amber, with a queer exhilaration and expectancy in her heart. Back there, behind her, her mother and Cousin Stickles were crying—over themselves, not over her. But here the wind was in her face, soft, dew-wet, cool, blowing along the grassy roads. Oh, she loved the wind! The robins were whistling sleepily in the firs along the way and the moist air was fragrant with the tang of balsam. Big cars went purring past in the violet dusk—the stream of summer tourists to Muskoka had already begun—but Valancy did not envy any of their occupants. Muskoka cottages might be charming, but beyond, in the sunset skies, among the spires of the firs, her Blue Castle towered. She brushed the old years and habits and inhibitions away from her like dead leaves. She would not be littered with them.

“We’ll just sit here,” said Barney, “and if we think of anything worth while saying we’ll say it. Otherwise, not. Don’t imagine you’re bound to talk to me.”

“John Foster says,” quoted Valancy, “‘If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you’ll never be and you need not waste time in trying.’”

“Evidently John Foster says a sensible thing once in a while,” conceded Barney.

“There’s our island,” he said gloatingly.

Valancy looked—and looked—and looked again. There was a diaphanous, lilac mist on the lake, shrouding the island. Through it the two enormous pine-trees that clasped hands over Barney’s shack loomed out like dark turrets. Behind them was a sky still rose-hued in the afterlight, and a pale young moon.

Valancy shivered like a tree the wind stirs suddenly. Something seemed to sweep over her soul.

“My Blue Castle!” she said. “Oh, my Blue Castle!”

Valancy and Barney turned under the mainland pines in the cool dusk of the September night for a farewell look at the Blue Castle. Mistawis was drowned in sunset lilac light, incredibly delicate and elusive. Nip and Tuck were cawing lazily in the old pines. Good Luck and Banjo were mewed and mewing in separate baskets in Barney’s new, dark-green car en route to Cousin Georgiana’s.

[carlmeredith]

[eatingfiction]

- The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery

My new hobby is writing out quotes from favourite books as if they are poems ✨️

[starlene]

Anne paused by the railing and looked at the worn stone, her pulses thrilling with sudden excitement. The old graveyard, with its over-arching trees and long aisles of shadows, faded from her sight. Instead, she saw the Kingsport Harbor of nearly a century agone. Out of the mist came slowly a great frigate, brilliant with “the meteor flag of England.” Behind her was another, with a still, heroic form, wrapped in his own starry flag, lying on the quarter deck—the gallant Lawrence. Time’s finger had turned back his pages, and that was the Shannon sailing triumphant up the bay with the Chesapeake as her prize. “Come back, Anne Shirley—come back,” laughed Philippa, pulling her arm. “You’re a hundred years away from us. Come back.”

(Anne of the Island, Chapter IV)

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Walter looked about him lingeringly and lovingly. This spot had always been so dear to him. What fun they all had had here lang syne. Phantoms of memory seemed to pace the dappled paths and peep merrily through the swinging boughs—Jem and Jerry, bare-legged, sunburned schoolboys, fishing in the brook and frying trout over the old stone fireplace; Nan and Di and Faith, in their dimpled, fresh-eyed childish beauty; Una the sweet and shy, Carl, poring over ants and bugs, little slangy, sharp-tongued, good-hearted Mary Vance—the old Walter that had been himself lying on the grass reading poetry or wandering through palaces of fancy. They were all there around him—he could see them almost as plainly as he saw Rilla—as plainly as he had once seen the Pied Piper piping down the valley in a vanished twilight. And they said to him, those gay little ghosts of other days, "We were the children of yesterday, Walter—fight a good fight for the children of to-day and to-morrow." "Where are you, Walter," cried Rilla, laughing a little. "Come back—come back."

(Rilla of Ingleside, Chapter XV)

[specificpollsaboutbooks]

F/M Couples

Semifinals

Anne and Gilbert :

"The ultimate enemies-to-friends-to lovers ship!"

[flowersandfashion]

Anne & Diana

"I solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, as long as the sun and moon shall endure."

[bookwormchocaholic]

I'm freaking out!!!!

@batrachised have you seen this?

[avonlea71]

Road To Avonlea, Season 3, Ep. 05 (Another Point Of View) Pt. 1 With the townsfolk of Avonlea fed up with Hetty King's overbearing attitudes about teaching, leaving her student's bored and fed up with her as well, all except prized pupil Felicity, the school board looks to her brother Alec to help her see reason. Instead, she quits, having taken offense at the town's lack of appreciation for her. Meanwhile, actor Alistair Dimple finds himself out of work as his production of Hamlet is a failure. Looking for work, he finds himself in Avonlea, just as the school board has held a long round of job interviews for new teachers, without success. Seeing this as the ultimate use of his skills, he charms (and lies) his way into the job.

[lmmontgomerypolls]

* poll submitted by multiple 👤anonymous users and a few non-anonymous users that I did not ask for consent in tagging, so I’ve declined including them. DM me if you do want credit however.

After asking, I received over 20 submissions for this inquiry! Tumblr only permits one poll per post, so if you don’t see your crack ship here, it’s because I am saving the other submissions for Friday. (: Thank you for participating. 🗳️

Please remember these ships are crack ships! They are harmless and not meant to be taken seriously.

[gogandmagog]

Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery feat: Summer Dreams by Henry Scott Tuke

[blekitnyzamek]

I just received my copy of The Blue Castle: The Original Manuscript and it's so pretty!

It even has a ✨MAP✨

It will be a big help while writing my BA thesis 💙💃

[poeticrose]

“it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don't you think?”

— L. M. Montgomery, from “Anne of Green Gables.”

[geceekusu]

"Hayatımın büyük kısmı boyunca kitaplardan başka arkadaşım olmadı," dedi. "Onlar gibi konuşmam şaşılacak bir şey mi?"

Emily - L. M. Montgomery

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[weirdprophetess]

Hey so I was reading both Anne of the Island (from the Anne of Green Gables series) and Nona the Ninth today and when I got to this part of NtN (page 342)

I stopped short because I could've sworn I had just read the exact same thing a moment ago and looked back through Anne to find this (page 159)

So I guess Tazmuir also likes L. M. Montgomery

[leer-reading-lire]

Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery