The Golden Road
1913
What if children actually published a magazine? Sara Stanley, the Story Girl, returns to Prince Edward Island and convinces her cousins and friends to create "Our Magazine." The children write Personals, Fashion Notes, an etiquette column, and stories about their small town. The magazine becomes the most entertaining publication anyone in town has ever read. Montgomery writes with sharp humor and genuine tenderness about children who are fully themselves: scheming, competitive, loyal, and desperately creative. But beneath the warmth lies a gentle heartbreak. These are the last years before growing up, and everyone knows it. The Story Girl will leave soon. The golden road of youth has an ending. This is for readers who loved Anne of Green Gables, who believe children deserve stories written about them with full intelligence, who understand that nostalgia can hurt even as it heals.
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“Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and a new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes.On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in fragrances aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in gossamer fancies and iris hopes; our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams; the years waited beyond and they were very fair; life was a rose-lipped comrade with purple flowers dripping from her fingers.We may long have left the golden road behind, but its memories are the dearest of our eternal possessions; and those who cherish them as such may haply find a pleasure in the pages of this book, whose people are pilgrims on the golden road of youth.””
— L. M. Montgomery
“She said that everything had colour in her thought; the months of the year ran through all the tints of the spectrum, the days of the week were arrayed as Solomon in his glory, morning was golden, noon orange, evening crystal blue, and night violet. Every idea came to her mind robed in its own especial hue. Perhaps that was why her voice and words had such a charm, conveying to the listeners' perception such fine shadings of meaning and tint and music.””
— L. M. Montgomery
“There's something very solemn about the idea of a new year, isn't there? Just think of three hundred and sixty-five whole days with not a thing happened in them yet.””
— L. M. Montgomery
“He who accepts human love must bind it to his soul with pain, and she is not lost to me. Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.””
— L. M. Montgomery
“But Cecily's maiden feet were never to leave the golden road.””
— L. M. Montgomery
“Nature seemed to have folded satisfied hands to rest, knowing that her long wintry slumber was coming upon her.””
— L. M. Montgomery
“Remember it is harder still To have no work to do,””
— L. M. Montgomery
“While he sketched it the Story Girl and I sat on the banks of the brook and she told me the story of the Sighing Reed. It was a very simple little story, that of the slender brown reed which grew by the forest pool and always was sad and sighing because it could not utter music like the brook and the birds and the winds. All the bright, beautiful things around it mocked it and laughed at it for its folly. Who would ever look for music in it, a plain, brown, unbeautiful thing? But one day a youth came through the wood; he was as beautiful as the spring; he cut the brown reed and fashioned it according to his liking; and then he put it to his lips and breathed on it; and, oh, the music that floated through the forest! It was so entrancing that everything”
— L. M. Montgomery
“Twas there we found our mayflowers, after faithful seeking. Mayflowers, you must know, never flaunt themselves; they must be sought as becomes them, and then they will yield up their treasures to the seeker”
— L. M. Montgomery
