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Emily of New Moon---a Book Review

Hi, Page Turner here again! I've been pretty busy over the past few days, but I've had time to read one of my new favorite book series by L.M. Montgomery.
     When you first hear that name, you either think, "Anne of Green Gables," or "Who is that?" For those who thought the latter, she wrote the "Anne of Green Gables" series, one of the best book series ever. I, however, have not been reading this series, since I read almost all of them last fall for the second time. I'm reading "Emily of New Moon."
   "Emily of New Moon" is the story of Emily Byrd Starr, a young, innocent girl whose imaginations into the fairyland of Prince Edwards Island makes her older than her years. Her peaceful life with her father in the old house they live in is brought to a sweet and tragic end when Douglas Starr 'lifts the curtain' and leaves Emily an orphan. When Aunt Elizabeth, the strict and hard head of the Murray family and the sister to her mother, and Aunt Laura, a sweet and kind soul, take her in, she feels that she'll never stop missing home. New Moon, the Murray estate surrounded by forests of birch and fern, of the tansy patch, the large lake, the beautiful garden with roses, and the endless fields and woods with the "Disappointed House" grows on her, however, especially as she makes new friends. Her tall hot-headed, wild-haired, friend Ilse, the kind, artistic, handsome Teddy, the funny, passionate, witty Perry, clever, rhyming, sweet Cousin Jimmy and the kind Aunt Laura----even Aunt Elizabeth---these folk tether her heart down to New Moon. Emily soon finds herself with a gift, a gift she's always known she's had but she's never really opened before. Emily loves to write. She's tried her hand at stories, and created little ramblings for her father in the 'old yellow account book' but now she tries poetry. She writes and writes for years as her steady collection of poetry grows, is burned, grows again, each according with her maturity and mood. As Emily flourishes into a young woman, she learns the trials akin with growing up, the joy of friends, and the love of her family.
    Just as the Anne of Green Gables series was craftily written, "Emily of New Moon," has one underlying plot with charming, tragic, sweet, frightening, or beautiful little stories broken in. "Emily of New Moon gets four and a half stars!
        I hope that you'll read "Emily of New Moon"! It's an awesome book. You know how people are always like, "I wish I could go in that book and actually be there." I wish I could go in this one, or any other L.M. Montgomery novel. It made me think, though. In the story, Emily looks up at the minister and tells him that she feels dreadful because she loves other things better than God---the Wind Woman (her fantasy of the wind), the Three Princesses, (the three birch trees), and her poems. The minister smiles and tells her that those are all a part of God. That made me think. Our pleasures in life, like our imaginations and earth's beautiful nature, aren't a part of God. They're made by Him, and He's event greater than that. It's like comparing a piece of soot to a diamond---in a way. God's the greatest One ever, Emily. Don't forget that, even when your Wind Woman flies away from your fancy and your Three Princesses are cut down and your poems fall to bits in the fire. God's incredible, and good, and holy, and loving---don't forget that little Emily.

          Sot that's the end of my lengthy book review on Emily of New Moon. Hope ya read it! Page Turner, over and out.
                                                                                        -----page turner
                          
“It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside-- but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond-- only a glimpse-- and heard a note of unearthly music.”
L.M. Montgomery,
Emily of New Moon
 

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