How the Anne of Green Gables books guided me through grief

My first boyfriend once told me he loved me, and, at that moment, I realized I didn’t love him. I was 23, lying next to him in my D.C. apartment. He said those three words. I sat bolt upright, then cried. And for the rest of that long night, I tossed and turned, wanting just one thing: L.M. Montgom...

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