Our Bookish Worlds by Aakriti jain

Faded by the time I pick up to read it, Anne of Green Gables is such a delightful book that I felt myself falling into reveries every time I sat, lay down or walked up and down to read it. Childhood is full of glorious things that you think up amidst the mystery of the world that surrounds you, but by the time you grow older, you seem to forget most of it. A bildungsroman by all means, Anne gave me every impetus to feel purely and imaginatively, and she also, somewhere, made

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