Rilla of Ingleside

Rilla of Ingleside

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The eighth book in the Anne Shirley series.

Anne Shirley's children are almost all grown up - except for pretty, high-spirited Rilla, who is now almost fifteen years old. No one can resist Rilla's bright hazel eyes and dazzling smile, and Rilla herself can think no further ahead than going to her very first dance at the Four Winds lighthouse - and getting her first kiss from handsome Kenneth Ford!

But at the dance, news is brought that England has declared war on Germany. At first, this means little to Rilla, on the threshold of so many new excitements. But as her brothers go off to fight in the Great War and Rilla brings home an orphaned newborn baby in a soup tureen, she is swept into a drama that tests her courage and will leave her changed for ever...

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781441767318
Publisher: Blackstone Audio, Inc.
Publication date: 10/20/2010
Series: Anne of Green Gables Novels
Edition description: Unabridged
Pages: 9
Product dimensions: 6.50(w) x 6.20(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

L. M. Montgomery was born in 1874 on Prince Edward Island, Canada, where she spent her childhood living with her grandparents in an old farmhouse. A prolific writer, she published many short stories, poems and novels, many of which were inspired by the years she spent on the beautiful Prince Edward Island. Anne of Green Gables and its sequels have always been amongst the most popular of children's classics. Montgomery died in Toronto in 1942 and was buried on her beloved island.

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Rilla of Ingleside

  • It was a warm, golden-cloudy, lovable afternoon. In the big living room at Ingleside, Susan Baker sat down with a certain grim satisfaction hovering about her like an aura; it was four o’clock and Susan, who had been working incessantly since six that morning, felt that she had fairly earned an hour of repose and gossip. Susan just then was perfectly happy; everything had gone almost uncannily well in the kitchen that day. Dr. Jekyll had not been Mr. Hyde and so had not grated on her nerves; from where she sat she could see the pride of her heart—the bed of peonies of her own planting and culture, blooming as no other peony plot in Glen St. Mary ever did or could bloom, with peonies crimson, peonies silvery pink, peonies white as drifts of winter snow.

    Susan had on a new black silk blouse, quite as elaborate as anything Mrs. Marshall Elliott ever wore, and a white starched apron, trimmed with complicated crocheted lace fully five inches wide, not to mention insertion to match. Therefore Susan had all the comfortable consciousness of a well-dressed woman as she opened her copy of the Daily Enterprise and prepared to read the Glen “Notes” which, as Miss Cornelia had just informed her, filled half a column of it and mentioned almost everybody at Ingleside. There was a big, black headline on the front page of the Enterprise, stating that some Archduke Ferdinand or other had been assassinated at a place bearing the weird name of Sarajevo, but Susan tarried not over uninteresting, immaterial stuff like that; she was in quest of something really vital. Oh, here it was—“Jottings from Glen St. Mary.” Susan settled down keenly, reading each one over aloud to extract all possible gratification from it.

    Mrs. Blythe and her visitor, Miss Cornelia—alias Mrs. Marshall Elliott—were chatting together near the open door that led to the veranda, through which a cool, delicious breeze was blowing, bringing whiffs of phantom perfume from the garden, and charming gay echoes from the vine-hung corner where Rilla and Miss Oliver and Walter were laughing and talking. Wherever Rilla Blythe was, there was laughter.

    There was another occupant of the living room, curled up on a couch, who must not be overlooked, since he was a creature of marked individuality, and, moreover, had the distinction of being the only living thing whom Susan really hated.

    All cats are mysterious but Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr. Hyde—“Doc” for short—was trebly so. He was a cat of double personality—or else, as Susan vowed, he was possessed by the devil. To begin with, there had been something uncanny about the very dawn of his existence. Four years previously Rilla Blythe had had a treasured darling of a kitten, white as snow, with a saucy black tip to its tail, which she called Jack Frost. Susan disliked Jack Frost, though she could not or would not give any valid reason therefor.

    “Take my word for it, Mrs. Dr. dear,” she was wont to say ominously, “that cat will come to no good.”

    “But why do you think so?” Mrs. Blythe would ask.

    “I do not think—I know,” was all the answer Susan would vouchsafe.

    With the rest of the Ingleside folk Jack Frost was a favorite; he was so very clean and well groomed, and never allowed a spot or stain to be seen on his beautiful white suit; he had endearing ways of purring and snuggling; he was scrupulously honest.

    And then a domestic tragedy took place at Ingleside. Jack Frost had kittens!

    It would be vain to try to picture Susan’s triumph. Had she not always insisted that that cat would turn out to be a delusion and a snare? Now they could see for themselves!

    Rilla kept one of the kittens, a very pretty one, with peculiarly sleek glossy fur of a dark yellow crossed by orange stripes, and large, satiny, golden ears. She called it Goldie and the name seemed appropriate enough to the little frolicsome creature which, during its kittenhood, gave no indication of the sinister nature it really possessed. Susan, of course, warned the family that no good could be expected from any offspring of that diabolical Jack Frost; but Susan’s Cassandra-like croakings were unheeded.

    The Blythes had been so accustomed to regard Jack Frost as a member of the male sex that they could not get out of the habit. So they continually used the masculine pronoun, although the result was ludicrous. Visitors used to be quite electrified when Rilla referred casually to “Jack and his kitten,” or told Goldie sternly, “Go to your mother and get him to wash your fur.”

    “It is not decent, Mrs. Dr. dear,” poor Susan would say bitterly. She herself compromised by always referring to Jack as “it” or “the white beast,” and one heart at least did not ache when “it” was accidentally poisoned the following winter.

    In a year’s time Goldie became so manifestly an inadequate name for the orange kitten that Walter, who was just then reading Stevenson’s story, changed it to Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr. Hyde. In his Dr. Jekyll mood the cat was a drowsy, affectionate, domestic, cushion-loving puss, who liked petting and gloried in being nursed and patted. Especially did he love to lie on his back and have his sleek, cream-colored throat stroked gently while he purred in somnolent satisfaction. He was a notable purrer; never had there been an Ingleside cat who purred so constantly and so ecstatically.

    “The only thing I envy a cat is its purr,” remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc’s resonant melody. “It is the most contented sound in the world.”

    Doc was very handsome; his every movement was grace; his poses magnificent. When he folded his long, dusky-ringed tail about his feet and sat him down on the veranda to gaze steadily into space for long intervals the Blythes felt that an Egyptian sphinx could not have made a more fitting Deity of the Portal.

    When the Mr. Hyde mood came upon him—which it invariably did before rain, or wind—he was a wild thing with changed eyes. The transformation always came suddenly. He would spring fiercely from a reverie with a savage snarl and bite at any restraining or caressing hand. His fur seemed to grow darker and his eyes gleamed with a diabolical light. There was really an unearthly beauty about him. If the change happened in the twilight all the Ingleside folk felt a certain terror of him. At such times he was a fearsome beast and only Rilla defended him, asserting that he was “such a nice prowly cat.” Certainly he prowled.

    Dr. Jekyll loved new milk; Mr. Hyde would not touch milk and growled over his meat. Dr. Jekyll came down the stairs so silently that no one could hear him. Mr. Hyde made his tread as heavy as a man’s. Several evenings, when Susan was alone in the house, he “scared her stiff,” as she declared, by doing this. He would sit in the middle of the kitchen floor, with his terrible eyes fixed unwinkingly upon hers for an hour at a time. This played havoc with her nerves, but poor Susan really held him in too much awe to try to drive him out. Once she had dared to throw a stick at him and he had promptly made a savage leap towards her. Susan rushed out of doors and never attempted to meddle with Mr. Hyde again—though she visited his misdeeds upon the innocent Dr. Jekyll, chasing him ignominiously out of her domain whenever he dared to poke his nose in and denying him certain savory tidbits for which he yearned.

    “?‘The many friends of Miss Faith Meredith, Gerald Meredith, and James Blythe,’?” read Susan, rolling the names like sweet morsels under her tongue, “?‘were very much pleased to welcome them home a few weeks ago from Redmond College. James Blythe, who was graduated in Arts in 1913, had just completed his first year in medicine.’?”

    “Faith Meredith has really got to be the most handsomest creature I ever saw,” commented Miss Cornelia above her filet crochet. “It’s amazing how those children came on after Rosemary West went to the manse. People have almost forgotten what imps of mischief they were once. Anne, dearie, will you ever forget the way they used to carry on? It’s really surprising how well Rosemary got on with them. She’s more like a chum than a step-mother. They all love her and Una adores her. As for that little Bruce, Una just makes a perfect slave of herself to him. Of course, he is a darling. But did you ever see any child look as much like an aunt as he looks like his Aunt Ellen? He’s just as dark and just as emphatic. I can’t see a feature of Rosemary in him. Norman Douglas always vows at the top of his voice that the stork meant Bruce for him and Ellen and took him to the manse by mistake.”

    “Bruce adores Jem,” said Mrs. Blythe. “When he comes over here he follows Jem about silently like a faithful little dog, looking up at him from under his black brows. He would do anything for Jem, I verily believe.”

    “Are Jem and Faith going to make a match of it?”

    Mrs. Blythe smiled. It was well known that Miss Cornelia, who had been such a virulent man-hater at one time, had actually taken to match-making in her declining years.

    “They are only good friends yet, Miss Cornelia.”

    “Very good friends, believe me,” said Miss Cornelia emphatically. “I hear all about the doings of the young fry.”

    “I have no doubt that Mary Vance sees that you do, Mrs. Marshall Elliott,” said Susan significantly, “but I think it is a shame to talk about children making matches.”

    “Children! Jem is twenty-one and Faith is nineteen,” retorted Miss Cornelia. “You must not forget, Susan, that we old folks are not the only grown-up people in the world.”

    Outraged Susan, who detested any reference to her age—not from vanity but from a haunting dread that people might come to think her too old to work—returned to her “Notes.”

    “?‘Carl Meredith and Shirley Blythe came home last Friday evening from Queen’s Academy. We understand that Carl will be in charge of the school at Harbour Head next year and we are sure he will be a popular and successful teacher.’?”

    “He will teach the children all there is to know about bugs, anyhow,” said Miss Cornelia. “He is through with Queen’s now and Mr. Meredith and Rosemary wanted him to go right on to Redmond in the fall, but Carl has a very independent streak in him and means to earn part of his own way through college. He’ll be all the better for it.”

    “?‘Walter Blythe, who has been teaching for the past two years at Lowbridge, has resigned,’?” read Susan. “?‘He intends going to Redmond this fall.’?”

    “Is Walter quite strong enough for Redmond yet?” queried Miss Cornelia anxiously.

    “We hope that he will be by the fall,” said Mrs. Blythe. “An idle summer in the open air and sunshine will do a great deal for him.”

    “Typhoid is a hard thing to get over,” said Miss Cornelia emphatically, “especially when one has had such a close shave as Walter had. I think he’d do well to stay out of college another year. But then he’s so ambitious. Are Di and Nan going too?”

    “Yes. They both wanted to teach another year but Gilbert thinks they had better go to Redmond this fall.”

    “I’m glad of that. They’ll keep an eye on Walter and see that he doesn’t study too hard. I suppose,” continued Miss Cornelia, with a side glance at Susan, “that after the snub I got a few minutes ago it will not be safe for me to suggest that Jerry Meredith is making sheep’s eyes at Nan.”

    Susan ignored this and Mrs. Blythe laughed again.

    “Dear Miss Cornelia, I have my hands full, haven’t I?—with all these boys and girls sweethearting around me? If I took it seriously it would quite crush me. But I don’t—it is too hard yet to realize that they’re grown up. When I look at those two tall sons of mine I wonder if they can possibly be the fat, sweet, dimpled babies I kissed and cuddled and sang to slumber the other day—only the other day, Miss Cornelia. Wasn’t Jem the dearest baby in the old House of Dreams? And now he’s a B.A. and accused of courting.”

    “We’re all growing older,” sighed Miss Cornelia.

    “The only part of me that feels old,” said Mrs. Blythe, “is the ankle I broke when Josie Pye dared me to walk the Barry ridge-pole in the Green Gables days. I have an ache in it when the wind is east. I won’t admit that it is rheumatism, but it does ache. As for the children, they and the Merediths are planning a gay summer before they have to go back to studies in the fall. They are such a fun-loving little crowd. They keep this house in a perpetual whirl of merriment.”

    “Is Rilla going to Queen’s when Shirley goes back?”

    “It isn’t decided yet. I rather fancy not. Her father thinks she is not quite strong enough—she has rather outgrown her strength—she’s really absurdly tall for a girl not yet fifteen. I am not anxious to have her go—why, it would be terrible not to have a single one of my babies home with me next winter. Susan and I would fall to fighting with each other to break the monotony.”

    Susan smiled at this pleasantry. The idea of her fighting with “Mrs. Dr. dear”!

    “Does Rilla herself want to go?” asked Miss Cornelia.

    “No. The truth is, Rilla is the only one of my flock who isn’t ambitious. I really wish she had a little more ambition. She has no serious ideals at all—her sole aspiration seems to be to have a good time.”

    “And why should she not have it, Mrs. Dr. dear?” cried Susan, who could not bear to hear a single word against any one of the Ingleside folk, even from one of themselves. “A young girl should have a good time, and that I will maintain. There will be time enough for her to think of Latin and Greek.”

    “I should like to see a little sense of responsibility in her, Susan. And you know yourself that she is abominably vain.”

    “She has something to be vain about,” retorted Susan. “She is the prettiest girl in Glen St. Mary. Do you think that all those over-harbor MacAllisters and Crawfords and Elliotts could scare up a skin like Rilla’s in four generations? They could not. No, Mrs. Dr. dear, I know my place but I cannot allow you to run down Rilla. Listen to this, Mrs. Marshall Elliott.”

    Susan had found a chance to get square with Miss Cornelia for her digs at the children’s love affairs. She read the item with gusto.

    “?‘Miller Douglas has decided not to go West. He says old P.E.I. is good enough for him and he will continue to farm for his aunt, Mrs. Alec Davis.’?”

    Susan looked keenly at Miss Cornelia.

    “I have heard, Mrs. Marshall Elliott, that Miller is courting Mary Vance.”

    This shot pierced Miss Cornelia’s armor. Her sonsy face flushed.

    “I won’t have Miller Douglas hanging round Mary,” she said crisply. “He comes of a low family. His father was a sort of outcast from the Douglases—they never really counted him in—and his mother was one of those terrible Dillons from the Harbour Head.”

    “I think I have heard, Mrs. Marshall Elliott, that Mary Vance’s own parents were not what you could call aristocratic.”

    “Mary Vance has had a good bringing up and she is a smart, clever, capable girl,” retorted Miss Cornelia. “She is not going to throw herself away on Miller Douglas, believe me! She knows my opinion on the matter and Mary has never disobeyed me yet.”

    “Well, I do not think you need worry, Mrs. Marshall Elliott, for Mrs. Alec Davis is as much against it as you could be, and says no nephew of hers is ever going to marry a nameless nobody like Mary Vance.”

    Susan returned to her mutton, feeling that she had got the best of it in this passage of arms, and read another “note.”

    “?‘We are pleased to hear that Miss Oliver has been engaged as teacher for another year. Miss Oliver will spend her well-earned vacation at her home in Lowbridge.’?”

    “I’m so glad Gertrude is going to stay,” said Mrs. Blythe. “We would miss her horribly. And she has an excellent influence over Rilla who worships her. They are chums, in spite of the difference in their ages.”

    “I thought I heard she was going to be married?”

    “I believe it was talked of but I understand it is postponed for a year.”

    “Who is the young man?”

    “Robert Grant. He is a young lawyer in Charlottetown. I hope Gertrude will be happy. She has had a sad life, with much bitterness in it, and she feels things with a terrible keenness. Her first youth is gone and she is practically alone in the world. This new love that has come into her life seems such a wonderful thing to her that I think she hardly dares believe in its permanence. When her marriage had to be put off she was quite in despair—though it certainly wasn’t Mr. Grant’s fault. There were complications in the settlement of his father’s estate—his father died last winter—and he could not marry till the tangles were unraveled. But I think Gertrude felt it was a bad omen and that her happiness would somehow elude her yet.”

    “It does not do, Mrs. Dr. dear, to set your affections too much on a man,” remarked Susan solemnly.

    “Mr. Grant is quite as much in love with Gertrude as she is with him, Susan. It is not he whom she distrusts—it is fate. She has a little mystic streak in her—I suppose some people would call her superstitious. She has an odd belief in dreams and we have not been able to laugh it out of her. I must own, too, that some of her dreams—but there, it would not do to let Gilbert hear me hinting such heresy. What have you found of much interest, Susan?”

    Susan had given an exclamation.

    “Listen to this, Mrs. Dr. dear. ‘Mrs. Sophia Crawford has given up her house at Lowbridge and will make her home in future with her niece, Mrs. Albert Crawford.’ Why, that is my own cousin Sophia, Mrs. Dr. dear. We quarreled when we were children over who should get a Sunday-school card with the words ‘God is Love,’ wreathed in rosebuds, on it, and have never spoken to each other since. And now she is coming to live right across the road from us.”

    “You will have to make up the old quarrel, Susan. It will never do to be at outs with your neighbors.”

    “Cousin Sophia began the quarrel, so she can begin the making up also, Mrs. Dr. dear,” said Susan loftily. “If she does I hope I am a good enough Christian to meet her half way. She is not a cheerful person and has been a wet blanket all her life. The last time I saw her, her face had a thousand wrinkles—maybe more, maybe less—from worrying and foreboding. She howled dreadful at her first husband’s funeral but she married again in less than a year. The next note, I see, describes the special service in our church last Sunday night and says the decorations were very beautiful.”

    “Speaking of that reminds me that Mr. Pryor strongly disapproves of flowers in church,” said Miss Cornelia. “I always said there would be trouble when that man moved here from Lowbridge. He should never have been put in as elder—it was a mistake and we shall live to rue it, believe me! I have heard that he has said that if the girls continue to ‘mess up the pulpit with weeds’ that he will not go to church.”

    “The church got on very well before old Whiskers-on-the-moon came to the Glen and it is my opinion it will get on without him after he is gone,” said Susan.

    “Who in the world ever gave him that ridiculous nickname?” asked Mrs. Blythe.

    “Why, the Lowbridge boys have called him that ever since I can remember, Mrs. Dr. dear—I suppose because his face is so round and red, with that fringe of sandy whisker about it. It does not do for anyone to call him that in his hearing, though, and that you may tie to. But worse than his whiskers, Mrs. Dr. dear, he is a very unreasonable man and has a great many queer ideas. He is an elder now and they say he is very religious; but I can well remember the time, Mrs. Dr. dear, twenty years ago, when he was caught pasturing his cow in the Lowbridge graveyard. Yes, indeed, I have not forgotten that, and I always think of it when he is praying in meeting. Well, that is all the notes and there is not much else in the paper of any importance. I never take much interest in foreign parts. Who is this Archduke man who has been murdered?”

    “What does it matter to us?” asked Miss Cornelia, unaware of the hideous answer to her question which destiny was even then preparing. “Somebody is always murdering or being murdered in those Balkan States. It’s their normal condition and I don’t really think that our papers ought to print such shocking things. The Enterprise is getting far too sensational with its big headlines. Well, I must be getting home. No, Anne dearie, it’s no use asking me to stay to supper. Marshall has got to thinking that if I’m not home for a meal it’s not worth eating—just like a man. So off I go. Merciful goodness, Anne dearie, what is the matter with that cat? Is he having a fit?”—this, as Doc suddenly bounded to the rug at Miss Cornelia’s feet, laid back his ears, swore at her, and then disappeared with one fierce leap through the window.

    “Oh, no. He’s merely turning into Mr. Hyde—which means that we shall have rain or high wind before morning. Doc is as good as a barometer.”

    “Well, I am thankful he has gone on the rampage outside this time and not into my kitchen,” said Susan. “And I am going out to see about supper. With such a crowd as we have at Ingleside now it behooves us to think about our meals betimes.”

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    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    The answer to ur question is that people during WW1 didnt have much technology, and that instead they did more productive things to EARN the things they got. Also, the IPad 5 was never invented back then. I would recommend that you investigated what Social Studies knowledge you have and pick up the books. You may be surprised at what you find! :)
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    So she doesnt have that stuff. Big deal!!!!! This is a beautiful and heroic story. Of course it takes someone who is smart and has a brain not to mention character. Grow up. Not everyone needs to have that stuff.
    songcatchers More than 1 year ago
    Rilla of Ingleside is the dramatic conclusion of the Anne of Green Gables series. It takes place during World War I and we see how the war affects the Blythe family in sometimes tragic ways. This book was very emotional at times and brought me near to tears on a couple of occasions. Rilla of Ingleside is a great ending to a great series, one I'll be sure to enjoy again sometime in the future.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I felt like I could really see the book through the eyes of the charecters. I could almost feel Walters hand it mine, Ken kissing me, Cousin sophia being a pessimisst in my kitchen, Wiskers on the moon proposing. (I love Susan)!!!!! It was well written and I think that this classic little war book is soooo great. Who needs technology or ipads or iphones or animal print leghings anyways?!?! Read this book. It is AMAZING!!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    The time setting of this book is during the nineteen twenties, during World War ll. Do you honestly think that they had ipads and all the other electronics that nearly every teenager has today in america? Not even I have any electronic devices except my nook and I most definetely do not have a pair of animal print skinny jeans. Sometimes I wonder if people like you are crazy. I mean honestly, do people really NEED wiis and iphones? I thought that this was a great book!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This is my favorite anne book because i can pretty much relate to everything rilla goes through. It is a perfectly beautiful work. Montgomery is famous for writing about simple beautiful things and here she uses her gift to write about something big and horrible and it is amazing. So much better than the junk us teens are expected to read nowadays!!!!!
    Skatergirl More than 1 year ago
    I love this book!!! It's like the best one in the series!!! It is really good it shows her growing up and maturing it's also really sad at some parts and that makes it even better!! I've read and re-read this book like a million times!!! I love how she hates babies and then has to take care of one all by herself, but she eventually comes to love them. I think everyone should read this book it's atouching story about coming of age. I think it's the best book in the Anne Series. I love it!!!!!!!!!
    susanbevans on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    Rilla of Ingleside is the final book in L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables series. The story is of Rilla, Anne and Gilbert Blythe's youngest daughter. It has been nearly ten years since the events of Rainbow Valley took place, and Rilla is fourteen. Europe has joined in World War I and many boys from Canada are going to war, including Rilla's brothers and the Meredith boys. With her sisters and friends away at college, Rilla is left at home with her parents. Over the next few years she grows from a fun-loving child into a more mature young woman. Rilla of Ingleside is not much of an Anne book in the classical sense - there is not much Anne in the story, as was the case with the last few books in the series. However, taken alone Rilla of Ingleside is a very interesting and well-written novel. L.M. Montgomery's account of World War I from the homefront and out of the eyes of Rilla Blythe is breathtaking. The tragedy of war is illustrated second-hand, through the effect it has on the women waiting for their sons and husbands at home.Rilla of Ingleside is a realistic and emotional journey through the minds and hearts of the people left behind in war - friends and family waiting, with lives put on hold. Though it is heartbreaking at times (as stories set in times of war tend to be,) it is expressive and penetrative and gives the reader an authentic look at the Canadanian homefront during World War I. Rilla of Ingleside is a beautifully written and powerful novel.
    Wanderlust_Lost on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    This book deals with Anne's youngest daughter and her coming of age. The time is World War I and this book sees Anne's son Walter off to the front and the terrible consequences of war. But it's also a tale of love and of friendship and the loss of childhood. It comes full circle and leaves Anne's youngest daughter where we left Anne back in Avonlea about to embark on her own life. Spoilers: I loved this book and it really stuck with me. I still remember the day I finished it and how much I cried for Walter. I think I probably loved him in a very childish way. He was so sensitive and a poet and even Anne felt he was probably too special for this world. *sigh* I still cry.
    savageknight on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    This book, the final in the "original" Anne of Green Gables series, was such a wonderful volume to end the series on! As mentioned by many - and as can be assumed from the title of the book - this volume is about Anne's youngest daughter, Rilla. It is her coming-of-age tale which happens amidst the shattering events of World War One.We live through "watching" all those we care about in Glen St. Mary as they lose so many of their young men to war (and in some cases to death or dismemberment). While the impact of global events are felt by everyone, Rilla and the rest of the Blythe household persevere and deal with their losses, tragedies, and victories.It's a very different book from the rest of the series as it deals with the harsh realities of life and the resilience of the human spirit, but it is not a completely "dark" book. Even during war, there are still joys to be had. Rilla of Ingleside was definitely a joy to read and probably the only other book in the series -besides the first- that I kept looking forward to continue reading.
    puckrobin on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    Anne is all grown up, and Montgomery brings us details on the life of her youngest daughter, Rilla (named after Marilla Cuthbert, the woman who adopted Anne years ago at Green Gables). Rilla, like her mother, has a vivid imagination, but is very much more modern with a sharper sense of humour than Anne. While Montgomery allowed Anne to grow up with many of her romantic ideals in tact, Rilla begins to show readers some of Montgomery's less idealistic, darker views on life as Anne's family struggles through the uncertainty, change and personal loss visited on them by World War II.
    tjsjohanna on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    This is, if not the best book in the series, the second best. The novel is unique because it tells the story of the home front in Canada during World War I - one of the few to do so, and written just a few years after the end of the war. There are scenes that had me crying so that I couldn't read the text - who could forget Dog Monday greeting Jem? And there are Ideas in this book - noble and true and inspirational ideas. War is an ugly thing - but there are things worth dying for and Ms. Montgomery makes a case for the value of the things we pay dearly for. As a side note, I discovered that my treasured paperback copy is actually a slightly abridged version - the original 1921 novel is a bit more wordy and there are a number of funny "Susan" speeches that have been cut. The original novel has a subtly different flavor to it and is worth reading.
    atimco on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    Rilla of Ingleside has long been one of my favorites among the Anne books, which is interesting because it's so very different from the rest of the books. All the sudden the little familiar world of Anne's community, concerned only with its gossip and small funny episodes, is invaded by huge events happening outside on the international stage. World War I begins and everything is changed forever.As the titles implies, this story focuses on Anne's youngest daughter Rilla (short for Bertha Marilla). She is almost fifteen, a lovely, slightly vain and thoughtless young girl enjoying her first dance when the news comes that Britain has declared war on Germany. And Canada cannot let "the old grey mother of the northern sea" fight it out alone. One by one Rilla's brothers and playmates enlist as the war takes over their lives even in secure little Glen St. Mary. Rilla, trying to find herself in the sudden turmoil of her world, finds herself landed with a war-baby to take care of ¿ she, Rilla Blythe, who doesn't even like infants and has no inkling of how to take care of one! I think I love this book so much because Montgomery manages to tie these world-shaking events to the familiar, comfortable lives of her characters. There is great good humor in this story mixed with the tragedy and fear... just like in real life. The war is always looming, but in the midst of it the Ingleside folk still manage to be themselves. Susan Baker in particular is a wonderful example of this. Susan is first introduced in Anne's House of Dreams but it isn't clear then what a fun character she will become. In this story she really comes into her own. We see the war through her eyes, with her optimistic, sometimes scorching commentary on it, and this is a brilliant move on Montgomery's part. It's so funny because Susan firmly believes that the Kaiser is deeply interested in everything that happens in Glen St. Mary, but several times Montgomery takes us past the humor and shows Susan's fierce, honest patriotism. Rilla herself is an unusual heroine for Montgomery. She hasn't a spark of ambition, isn't terribly smart or addicted to poetry and literature, doesn't like babies, and starts off rather vain and selfish and thoughtless. I was never really comfortable with her lack of ambition, being full of it myself. But there is something winning about her, and as I reread the book this time I chuckled to myself at how often my own diaries from that age echo Rilla's. It is good to see how she develops through the awful war years.Montgomery's scorn for pacifists and anyone with pro-German sentiments is quite clear from her depiction of Mr. Pryor ¿ known as "Whiskers-on-the-Moon" because of his great round face and fringe of ridiculous whiskers. He really is a funny character and figures in two of the most hilarious scenes of the book, when Norman Douglas violently stops his pacifist prayer at the union prayer meeting and when Susan chases him out of her kitchen with a pot of boiling dye. Montgomery lived through this war and Rilla of Ingleside was published in 1920. Clearly she felt very strongly about the war and patriotism, and it's hard to argue with her. This story succeeds on so many levels. It's a wonderful addition to the Blythe family chronicles, but it is also a great depiction, in its own right, of life in Canada during World War I. Funny, sad, and ultimately hopeful, Rilla of Ingleside is a treasure.
    t1bclasslibrary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    This book stands out a lot from the other books in this series which are a lot more carefree even when the characters are having problems. This one had way too much World War I for my taste. There was too much play by play about different battles and events. Rilla was a good character, and she definitely grows, but I had way too much having to hear about this or that war thing.
    rainbowdarling on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    Rilla is one of the best of the Anne series, second (in most peoples' eyes) only to the one that started it all. Rilla's journey is well-paced and poignant, showing a well-drawn picture of what life was like during the first world war for many people. Rilla of Ingleside never fails ot make me cry, and I root for Rilla just as much as I rooted for Anne when she was tackling geometry and pining for puffed sleeves. It feels like this is the story in which Montgomery came back to the same feeling that was found in Anne of Green Gables, despite the years that spanned in between the first and what would later become the last in the series.
    ThorneStaff on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    The main protagonist is Anne's youngest child, Rilla, who is just beginning to "come out" as a young woman at the onset of Canada's involvement in the First World War. At first she is petulant and selfish, but through the events of the war she really grows into a young woman who will make her parents -- and her community -- proud. The content is necessarily darker, and there is loss to the beloved family. But there are also scenes that remind us that even amidst great tragedy there is mighty triumph, in big and small ways. A fitting end to the 'Anne of Green Gables saga.
    quaintlittlehead on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    Montgomery's writing takes a serious tone in this last book of the "Anne of Green Gables" series as she chronicles the Blythe family's experiences just before and during World War I, mostly as seen through the eyes of youngest daughter Rilla. Montgomery must have either kept a diary of her own experiences of the war or done some research, as she faithfully recounts all the major battles and political engagements of the war. In this respect, the novel is historically valuable in depicting the effects of a war that is not often thought about any more, at least not to the same extent as World War II, and in illustrating the particular relationship between Canada and England, which stands in stark contrast to the American perspective on the events. As literature, the book is neither Montgomery's best or worst; there are some very well-written moments, particularly in the height of tragedy. However, the author has a tendency to over-expound, having multiple characters state the same opinions over and over throughout the story rather than finding subtle ways to reveal their thoughts and emotions through their responses to events around them. She also vacillates between an omniscient narrator and chapters written as entries in Rilla's diary, but always focusses on the perspective at home, which gets a bit repetitive. The story is worth reading to gain a more personal understanding of this time and place in history, but it does not quite match the subtle artistry of books like "Gone with the Wind."
    lilygirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    For some people it may be difficult to read all 8 of the books, but it is worth the journey to get to this tale. Anne of Green Gables is still my favorite because I read it first, but Rilla of Ingleside never fails to make me cry. It has its own distinct feel to it and I in no way felt that the author was attempting to create a "little Anne." In fact, it is darker and more adult than the first one. I highly recommend this book!
    MrsLee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    Nice stories with interesting characters, these later novels do not compare with the first three, but are still very readable.
    AngelaG86 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    A wonderful coming of age story, though not my favorite of the "Anne" books. Watching Rilla (Anne's youngest child) grow up during World War I is moving and sometimes heartbreaking.
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    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    SERIOUSLY!!!!!!You obviously have had absolutely no education at all.This is set in the time period of world war 1.Ipads and Iphones were made in the late 1900's and early 2000's.This is a classic.You are a person who has no reading comprehension at all and has never read the actual book. You are being completely stupid and illiterate in that you can't tell a masterpiece when you have one right in front of your dumb face. You are obviously too immature to read books and should have remained watching Dora the Explorer and Barney. GROW UP
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I ha read this book literally 5 times and am never tired of it. It is a very real story aout real characters and montgomery really gets into the heart of the war. I hve learned so many things from this book... to never give up hope, to persevere in times of trouble, and tha life will go on even if you think it cant. This book should be read by every teenage girl amd adult alike! There are also many little things, everyday things whih mae the book so captivatig and enjoyable. YOU NEED TO READ THIS!!!!! Love you montgomery!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    LOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOOOVE this book. The most spellbinding and loveable book in the Anne series.... soooo good! (Not sure about this version, but the book itself is a masterpiece))
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    My fascination with this book began with my crush on Ken Ford, but it quickly changed into something deeper. The beginning, starts out rather slow, I thought. I believe it picks up when Rilla (Anne's youngest daughter) finds a little war baby (I love that chapter!) And in this way, the books (through diary enteries, dialogue and action scenes) show how ww one made a mature woman of Anne's rather spoiled daughter. She becomes strog, a brick for her mother, a help to Susan, a sweetheart to Ken, and a mother for little Jims. The part where she wastes money on a hat and makes a bow to her mom. Seeing her first silent picture with her mom! I love it all! Sixteen times I've read this book and I think after writing this review I need to read it again!!