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“By the time Jeffrey was beginning to play, he had a full audience—four girls to listen to him, cherish him, and wish they could keep him there forever, safe from the perilous world of grown-ups.”

“In Jane’s opinion, this was true of the titles of most grown-up books. None of them were ever as fascinating as, say, Emily of New Moon or The Phantom Tollbooth—a good reason not to grow up quickly.”

“Both the mother and the boy had red hair, which was good, as there were no other redheads on the street, but an interesting hair color only goes so far.”

“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.”

the penderwicks takes place in the berkshires??? omg ???

“The poet must know how to hate, says Goethe, and Will was at least ready with that accomplishment.”

“You and I shall quarrel, Naumann, if you call that lady my aunt again.”

“Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another.”

craziest part of reading this as an adult is realizing lavender lewis the elderly spinster snowy-haired old maid is FORTY-FIVE

“Anne and Diana had long ago decided what kind of a man they admired and their tastes seemed exactly similar. He must be very tall and distinguished looking, with melancholy, inscrutable eyes, and a melting, sympathetic voice. There was nothing either melancholy or inscrutable in Gilbert’s physiognomy, but of course that didn’t matter in friendship!”

“Let us dance around it like wood-nymphs,” cried Anne, dropping her basket and extending her hands. But the dance was not a success for the ground was boggy and Jane’s rubbers came off.

“Anne Shirley, you’re only pretending to be grown up. I believe when you’re alone you’re as much a little girl as you once were.”

“The child she had learned to love had vanished somehow and here was this tall, serious-eyed girl of fifteen with the thoughtful brow and the proudly poised little head, in her place. Marilla loved the girl as much as she had loved the child but she was conscious of a queer sorrowful sense of loss.”

“It’s such a solemn thing to be almost fourteen, Marilla.”

“I’m going to practice my recitations in the garret. Don’t be alarmed if you hear me groaning. I have to groan heartrendingly in one of them, and it’s really hard to get up a good artistic groan, Marilla.”

“Diana gave me a lock of her hair and I’m going to sew it up in a little bag and wear it around my neck all my life. Please see that it is buried with me, for I don’t believe I’ll live very long. Perhaps when she sees me lying cold and dead before her Mrs. Barry may feel remorse for what she has done and will let Diana come to my funeral.”

(separated from her best friend for literally 1 day mind you)

“‘If I wasn’t a human girl I think I’d like to be a bee and live among the flowers.’
‘Yesterday you wanted to be a seagull,’ sniffed Marilla. ‘I think you are very fickle minded.’”

that’s so weird the book is getting really blurry

“She was aware that she was writing about her childhood in an attempt to make a third door; she needed to take a sledgehammer to a wall to find a way out of the here and now.”

“Once more into the breach, dear girls!” 😭😭😭

“I died a boy and will stay a boy forever. You were a boy until you took our mother’s magic. And now you are not. Not anymore. You’re in-between.”

why am i tearing up over the booze cruise passing the whale

“Talking to Ali now, Maggie hopes for the baby to be a girl, and for any babies after that to be girls too, or gay boys, or at least vaguely non-binary.”

“When she was a teenager, she wanted nothing more than to move to New York, specifically New York in the severities, which was ridiculous, having only been born in 1991.
The problem, probably, had been Patti Smith.”

ok immediately wish i had this goodreads cover which is so much more badass and so much less demure than my book’s….

nobody look at me

oh my god it’s word for word you’ve got mail but fantasy edition

following the EXACT trajectory of you’ve got mail so far … curious to see if that will continue

“The best older sisters from which to learn hand-clapping games are the ones who have recently departed from girlhood to driving. If one does not have an older sister, one must access an older sister through a friend. While it is from older sisters that the games are originally learned, once a game has been introduced to a group of girls it spreads among them like a sickness.”

“‘We were only going to say,’ said God shyly, twisting Their hands together. ‘Well, We were just going to say, God bless you.’”