5 Fiction Highlights from 2020

Hello! As promised, I’m back to share some of my bookish highlights from last year! One of my favourite things is sharing books with people – whether it’s recommendations or actual, physical copies. I wish I could share my copies of these books with you all, they’re that good. But I guess a simple recommendation will have to do instead… I hope that maybe one or two of these books will catch your attention and inspire you to pick them up and read them for yourself. These stories are very, very well written. And there is nothing more delightful than a good story, let me assure you. 🙂

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Whispers of Beauty and Redemption {Jane of Lantern Hill}

Hello once again! I’m back on this blustery, golden summer’s day to give you the promised second half of my favourite quotes from Jane of Lantern Hill. If you missed last week’s post, do check it out here

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I raved a fair bit about this delightful book on last week’s post; so to save you having to read my raptures again, let me just give you the summary of why you should read this book:

  1. Lucy Maud Montgomery (need I say more?).
  2. Vivid descriptions of the beauty of Prince Edward Island.
  3. A whole host of vibrantly detailed characters.
  4. Romance lost and found once again.
  5. Jane – in all her bright and very human glory.
  6. Lions and blooming gardens and jam pots and psalms by the sea…

Needless to say, this book is an absolute treat to read and I highly recommend it! Now, without further ado, let’s get into the second half of this book. 🙂


old dude

Chapter 22

“He had the jolliest, shrewdest old face of wrinkled leather that Jane had ever seen, with deep-sunk eyes that were like wells of laughter.”

Chapter 23

“He taught her the loveliness of words… Dad read words as if he tasted them.”

Chapter 24

“‘We named the Jimmy John’s calves today. We called the pretty ones after people we like and the ugly ones after people we don’t like.'”

timid road

Chapter 25

“She’d often wondered where it went to… that timid little red road, laced with firs and spruces, that tried to hide itself by twisting and turning. The air was full of the scent of sun-warmed grasses gone to seed, the trees talks all about her in some lost sweet language of elder days.”

Chapter 26

“I didn’t want to see hate growing in the eyes where I had seen love. That is a terrible thing, Jane.”

Chapter 27

“‘Oh how dear and human and girlish and queenly you are… half saint and have very womanly woman.’”

sound of the sea

Chapter 28

“The sound and the tang and the sweep of the sea would not let her go.”

Chapter 29

“The Elms around 60 Gay turned a rusty yellow.”

night of frost and stars

Chapter 30

“… a night of frost and stars…”

Chapter 31

“No friendliness ever warmed the pale green fire of its eyes.”

Chapter 32

“[Jane] writhed in a tearless agony no child should ever have to suffer.”

home at night

Chapter 33

“The banners of a city of night were being flaunted in the sunset sky behind the pines further down. The gulls soared whitely up the river… Lights bloomed out in the houses.”

Chapter 34

“‘I… I… didn’t think anything I loved could die,’ she whispered into Dad’s shoulder.

‘Ah, Jane, love can’t fence out death. He had a happy life, if a short one… and we buried him in the garden. Come out and see the garden, Jane… it burst into bloom as soon as it heard you were coming.'”

jane and animals

Chapter 35

“Jane had a good time with herself on the walk back. The dear night brooded over her. Little wings were folded in nest homes, but there was wild life astir. She heard the distant bark of a fox… the sound of tiny feet in the fern… she saw the pale glimmer of night moths and took friendly counsel with the stars. Almost they sang, as if one star called to another in infinite harmony.”

Chapter 36

“Aunt Elmira was not at all willing to give up the fascinating business of living.”

Chapter 37

“’I’ve no chance of seeing it,’ said Mrs Louisa Lyons mournfully. ‘That’s what comes of being bed-rid. You miss everything.’

Mrs Louisa had been an invalid for three years and was reputed not to have put a foot under her without assistance in all that time, but it was not thought she missed much of what went on in the Corners and Queen’s Shore and Harbor Head for all that.”

Chapter 38

titus lane

“There was a wonderful sunset over the harbor, and Jane’s cheeks were red from the stinging kisses of the wind by the time she reached the narrow, perfumed Titus lane where the trees seemed trying to touch you. Beyond was the kind, old, welcoming house, mellowed in the sunshine of a hundred summers…”

Chapter 39

“‘Life, deal gently with her… love, never desert her,’ said Andrew Stuart, looking after the Toronto train as it steamed away.”

Chapter 40

“‘We had such fun together… reading poetry by driftwood fires down at the harbor… we always made a rite of lighting those fires… life was wonderful.’”

Chapter 41

“Once Jane had thought the rain and the wind were friends of hers, but they seemed enemies now. Everything hurt her. Everything in her life seemed uprooted and withered.”

lantern hill

Chapter 42

“Jane was trembling as she went up the rutted lane and across the yard, past the forlorn and muddy garden where the poppies had once trembled in silken delight…”

Chapter 43

“They seemed to have drunk from some deep well of life, and the draught had made them young lovers again.”

“‘And now we will all go in search of ten lost years.’”

jane land 2


(In case you were wondering, I picked two quotes from the last chapter – I couldn’t help it!) So there you have it – a quoted/pictorial foray into the delight that is Jane of Lantern Hill. 🙂 I hope you enjoyed reading through this post. My hope is that your heart will be warmed and perhaps inspired to go read some LMM literature yourself! 😉

Which quote struck a chord with you in this post? Have you read any good literature recently? I’d love to hear from you in the comments! 

(All quotes in this post are taken from Jane of Lantern Hill, by Lucy Maud Montgomery. All pictures in this post are taken from Pinterest, and are not my own.)

Glimpses of Whimsy and Charm – {Jane of Lantern Hill}

One of the brightest spots of consistent joy in my life right now has been reading aloud with my Mum. You may remember that I did a reading streak with her for my last year at home (read more about that here, here and here). Now that I’m back for the summer, we’re back at it again! We just finished reading Jane of Lantern Hill by the ever-wonderful Lucy Maud Montgomery. And oh what a delight it was! It’s such a beautifully written tale about learning to love and finding your heart’s home. 

Jane of Lantern Hill

“Jane and her mother live in a gloomy old mansion, where their lives are ruled by her overbearing grandmother. For most of her life Jane has believed that her father is dead. Then, one dull April morning, a letter comes. Not only is her father alive and well, but he wants Jane to spend the summer with him on Prince Edward Island. For a blissful summer she lives at her father’s cottage on Lantern Hill, making friends, having adventures and discovering that life can be wonderful after all. And she dares to dream that there could be such a house where she, Mother and Father could live together without Grandmother’s disapproval – a house that could be called home.” (synopsis courtesy of Amazon)

This book is all the synopsis promises – and more! It’s full of LMM’s characteristic gentle humour and gorgeously descriptive prose. From a writer’s perspective, it is a study in rich and vibrant writing. From a reader’s perspective, it is a truly heart-warming and delightful story. Have I convinced you to read it yet?? 😀

Just to give you a glimpse into the whimsy and charm of this book, today I’ve decided to share with you a favourite quote from every chapter. Since that is a fair few chapters, this will be a two part series. And since LMM’s stories simply long to be imagined vividly, I’ve sprinkled pictures throughout that remind me of this story – give off the vibe of the book, if you will. I hope you enjoy this little quoting/pictorial foray into the delight that is Jane of Lantern Hill! 🙂 


jane stars

Chapter 1

“Jane hated her Father in so far as hatred could find place in a little heart that was not made for hating anybody, even grandmother.”

Chapter 2

“Mother’s eyes were blue… but not an icy blue like Grandmother’s. There is such a difference in blue eyes. Mother’s were just the colour of the sky on a summer morning between the great masses of white clouds.”

Chapter 3

“Jane’s eyes were goldy-brown like a marigold, with laughter lurking in them, but this girl’s were very dark and very sad… So sad that Jane’s heart did something queer inside of her. She knew quite well that it wasn’t right that anybody so young should have such sad eyes.”

Chapter 4

“You could feel the silence spreading through the room like a cold, smothering wave.”

jane gay

Chapter 5

“’I know a secret’ is probably the most intriguing phrase in the world. Jane surrendered to its allure.”

Chapter 6

“It was a cold day in late Autumn. The day had been miserly of its light from the beginning, with a dim ghost of sun peering through the dull grey clouds, and now it was getting dark and spitting snow.”

gloomy house

Chapter 7

“The house, which always seemed to be watching her, was watching her more closely than ever, with a mocking, triumphant malice.”

Chapter 8

“Jane felt like a candle flame blown out.”

Chapter 9

“[The letter] came one dull morning in early April… but such a bitter, peevish, unlovely April… more like March in its disposition than April.”

Chapter 10

“It was dreadful to think that you ought never to have been born… that your mother wasn’t glad to have you.”

pei again

Chapter 11

“So this was P.E. Island… this rain-drenched land where the trees cringed before the wind and the heavy clouds seemed almost to touch the fields. Jane had no eyes for blossoming orchard or green meadow or soft-bosomed hills with scarfs of dark spruce across their shoulders.”

Chapter 12

“But, though she felt that something had taken her life and torn it apart, she did not cry.”

Chapter 13

“She felt at once the call of that mysterious kinship of soul which has nothing to do with relationships of flesh and blood.”


Chapter 14

“The road was full of lovely surprises… a glimpse of far-off hills that seemed made of opal dust… a whiff of wind that had been blowing over a clover field… brooks that appeared from nowhere and ran off into green shadowy woods where long branches of spicy fir hung over the laced water… great white cloud mountains towering up in the blue sky… a hollow of tipsy buttercups… a tidal river unbelievably blue. Everywhere she looked there was something to delight her. Everything seemed just on the point of whispering a secret of happiness.”

Chapter 15

‘You have seen it before,’ said Dad softly. ‘You may not know it, but it’s in your blood. You were born beside it, one sweet haunted April night… you lived by it for three years. Once I took you down and dipped you in it, to the horror of… several people. You were properly baptized before that in the Anglican church in Charlottetown… but that was your real baptism. You are the sea’s child and you have come home.’

lighthouse PEI

Chapter 16

“There were silver and lilac sand dunes between them and the sea, extending into a bar across the harbor where great, splendid, blue and white waves were racing to the long sun-washed shore. Across the channel a white lighthouse stood up against the sky and on the other side of the harbor were the shadowy crests of purple hills that dreamed with their arms around each other. And over it all the indefinable charm of a Prince Edward Island landscape.”

Chapter 17

“Outside were free hills and wide, open fields where you could run wherever you liked, none daring to make you afraid, spruce barrens and shadowy sand dunes, instead of an iron fence and locked gates.”

Chapter 18

“Min herself, an owl-eyed gypsy scrap, full of ginger, was already a bosom friend of Jane’s.”

blossoming beds

Chapter 19

“The beds blossomed out in wonderful patchwork quilts after that box came home.”

Chapter 20

“Jane adored being left alone. It was so lovely to have a chance to talk to yourself.”

jane alone

Chapter 21

“He bent over her with such love radiating from him that Jane felt it and smiled in her sleep. He touched one tumbled lock of russet-brown hair. “It is well with the child,” said Andrew Stuart.”


And that is as far into Jane of Lantern Hill as we shall go this week. I’m looking forward to taking you through the second half of the book next week! 🙂 In the meantime, why don’t you pick up Jane yourself and see how you find it? Any other LMM book will do just as well though – in fact, I’ve just started Anne of the Island! Here’s to the week ahead, may it be full of sunshine and good books! 

Have you ever read Jane of Lantern Hill? Are you an LMM fan? What’s your favourite quote out of the 21 that I shared today? I’d love to hear from you and chat in the comments! 🙂

(All quotes in this post are taken from Jane of Lantern Hill, by Lucy Maud Montgomery. All pictures in this post are taken from Pinterest, and are not my own.)


Memories of a Reading Streak

It all started back in the summer of 2018. I was going to be a senior in high school, and I had big plans for my future. Not only was I aspiring to go to university to study English & Biblical Studies, but my chosen university was also 5000 miles across the world in America. (I don’t think that 17 year old me quite realized the magnitude of those plans back then – but that’s irrelevant to this story :D) With my head full of dreams and anticipations, I was in full ‘enjoy summer’ mode, fully aware that this was my last summer before everything in my life changed. My family and I visited the US early in the summer, and while there I picked up a fair few books. The Reading Promise was one of them. 

the reading promise
The Reading Promise – Alice Ozma

This book tells the author’s story of the reading streak that she and her Father shared from the time she was in 4th grade to when she left for college. It’s a beautifully written book, and I, being the reading enthusiast I am, heartily enjoyed it. I then passed it onto my Mum so she could enjoy it. And that was it as far as I was concerned. Read another good book, onto the next one…

A few weeks later, towards the end of the summer, my Mum approached me. “Hey, I was thinking it would be cool to do our own reading streak, like the one in that book,” she proposed. I was intrigued but hesitant. “I think it would be a really cool thing to do for your last year at home,” she continued. “I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”

I had nothing to lose. I liked the idea of reading consistently with my Mum, just like Alice and her Father had. The Reading Promise had whetted my appetite for reading out loud, and the  competitive streak in me liked the idea of seeing how long we could keep the reading streak going. “Sure, let’s do it!” I agreed. 

Little did I know what books the next 387 days of my life would hold in store for me. Nor could I have imagined just how precious that time with my Mum would become. 


We set up two ground rules before starting our streak. 

  1. Mum always had to read out loud to me. No me reading to her. No listening to audio books. Mum reading to me. 100% of the time.
  2. We had to read for at least 10 minutes a day for it to count. We could read for as long as we wanted, but 10 minutes was the minimum. 

And, as a little guiding principle, we decided to try and alternate between reading fiction and non-fiction.

And so, on August 2nd 2018, my Mum and I began our reading streak. 


brown girl dreaming
Brown Girl Dreaming – Jaqueline Woodson

It wasn’t exactly the most thrilling of starts. It was a hot afternoon, and Mum had been in bed with a migraine all day. She came down with Brown Girl Dreaming in her hands – “Ready to start?” She asked. And so with that, we started. I was lounging on a mattress that was randomly in our school room, she was sitting up cross-legged on the floor – her reading, me listening. The windows were open and I could hear the shouts of the neighbourhood kids outside. The clatter of the dinner dishes echoed in the kitchen. But I was being swept away to a world of poetry, where words flew like butterflies, sun-warmed and soft to my ears. 


nurturing the nations
Nurturing the Nations – Darrow L. Miller

By the time we started our next book, Nurturing the Nations, summer was on its way out. I remember reading this book at night, the glare of the living room lights bright against the French doors of the living room that were shut against the dim of evening. The plight of the women recorded in this book was sobering, but the discoveries my Mum and I made together about the roots of feminism were invigorating. What would feminism look like had it not been taken and twisted by the liberals? Would womanhood around the world look different if the original feminists were still around today? The questions this book brought up weren’t easy, but I was glad to be able to navigate them with the woman whose example I respect most in the world.


a tale of two cities
A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens

We started A Tale of Two Cities one evening while on our holiday by the sea, in the first week of September. It was my first proper foray into Dickens, and Mum’s first since high school, so we tackled the old language and complex story together. Time passed, and as the story progressed, school started, along with my first official job at an after school club.

I remember many an afternoon where I would get ready for work in my room, as Mum read aloud about the trials and triumphs of Doctor and Lucie Manette. The world of treason and guillotines seemed so far away as I put mascara on and did my hair. But then it would loom scarily close when I would lay on the floor and let the story press heavy on my eyelids. Chapter done, I would remove myself from the dangerous streets of Paris or London, and cycle off downtown to work for the afternoon. 


war of words
War of Words – Paul David Tripp

Next up was this non-fiction book focusing on communication issues. I struggled listening to this one. For some reason it was hard for me to get into, and I found it easy to drift off on my own brain adventures while Mum read this to me. Fortunately, Mum soon caught onto the fact that I wasn’t clicking with this book, and suggested a change. She suggested that I sit next to her and read over her shoulder while she read to me. Perhaps both hearing and seeing the words might just do the trick. And so it did. I found I could connect far better with what the author was saying, and I also found that he was actually saying some very insightful things. Who’d have thought! 😀 


mother carey's chickens
Mother Carey’s Chickens – Kate Douglas Wiggin

We didn’t own this delightful book in hard copy, so Mum had to learn how to wrangle my lovely little Kindle in order to read this one. We both became quickly enchanted by the sweet story of a newly fatherless family’s struggle to pick up the pieces of their lives and move on. With wise Mother Carey at the helm, her brood of children learn many life lessons along the way. It was often evening when we read this book, and I have memories of hanging up laundry or doing dishes after dinner while Mum read to me. It seemed somehow fitting to do household chores as we read this vintage story of a family forced to work together to keep going after the death of their beloved father and husband. Thankfully my beloved father was still very much alive and would wander in and listen in a slightly amused air as Mum and I read. I don’t think he’s quite learned the art of appreciating Vintage family novels. 😀


i saw three ships
I Saw Three Ships – Elizabeth Gouge

Before we knew it, Christmas was upon us! My grandparents flew in from the US to celebrate with us, and there was great feasting and merriment in the house. Even sickness couldn’t dampen the joy of the day, and we had a precious few evenings where Mum read this book aloud to all of us. It was but a wee little book, but a sweet read. And it was made sweeter because of the sparkle of Christmas lights, the warmth of blankets, and the presence of three generations of family all together.


aogg my daughter and me
Anne of Green Gables, my Daughter & Me – Lorilee Craker

I received this book for Christmas and Mum and I began to read it on Boxing Day. As huge AoGG fans, we were immediately enamoured by this book. Though non-fiction, it read like a story. The author expertly weaves together her own life story, along with the life story of L.M. Montgomery, and of course, our beloved (fictional) Anne Shirley. As 2018 turned to 2019, we read this book all over the house – I sprawled across Mum’s bed, sat on the kitchen floor, folded laundry in the living room – all the while listening to this beautiful book unfold. I didn’t want it to finish, and when it did, I immediately started searching for other comparable books. This was one of those beautiful finds that I call ‘literary non-fiction’ – books about books – and it did my heart good…


This post is getting long, so the saga of my Reading Streak will be continued next week… See you then!!

Book Lover Tag + Exciting-Ness

Yes, I know exciting-ness isn’t a word, and as a future English student I should probably be using better grammar in my blog posts. But I think the word fits my feelings right now, so I’m going to roll with it… 😀 So, what’s the reason for this exciting-ness?? Well, there are two reasons actually…

#1… I now officially have over 200 followers on this blog! *cue screams of disbelief and excitement* How even?! As of now, the count is at 203 and I’m actually flabbergasted at that number. 203 people found this blog interesting enough to follow it?! Wow, I’m honoured, guys.

#2… Today is my two year blogging anniversary! Yes that’s right. Two years ago today I wrote my first official post on this blog. And again, I’m slightly in shock. I never dreamed that I would be here two years later, a pretty large band of followers in tow, still sharing my writing consistently every week. I have learnt so much during these past two years, and have met some amazing people on my blogging journey.

So, as I said – exciting-ness abounds!! I’m so grateful to everyone that has followed along on my blogging journey, reading my posts, commenting, and sharing. Your support really means a lot to me as a relatively young and inexperienced writer. I think I speak for all young writers when I say that your support is invaluable. These past two years have been a blast, and I’m looking forward to the future! *raises glass of whatever drink suits your fancy* So here’s to the future of The Way of Delight – may it live long and prosper! 😀

Ahem. Anyways. Now that those exciting announcements are out of the way, I have an equally interesting post to share. 😀 A couple weeks ago I was tagged by Grace from Proclaiming His Excellencies to do a fun book-lover tag. And I figured that since books seem to feature rather prominently on this blog, today is the perfect day to answer these bookish questions. So without further ado, let’s get on to the tag!



Tag Rules:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and link back to their blog. (Thanks for the tag, Grace!)

2. Include the Book-Lover Blog Tag graphic and rules in your post.

3. Answer the questions.

4. Nominate at least 5 new bloggers to do the tag.

Okey doke, seems simple enough. Now to answer some questions… 🙂 And because I’m feeling in the mood for it, I’m going to impose another restriction on myself. xD You might know that I’m a huge fan of L.M. Montgomery’s writings (I certainly have fan-girled enough over her on this blog haha). So I’m hereby am personally dubbing this my L.M Montgomery Book Lover Blog Tag! (In other words, I’m going to answer all these questions from LMM books as appropriate.) 

1. What is your favorite thing about reading?

One of my favourite things about reading LMM books is the familiarity and yet the newness of it all. I’ve read all of her books multiple times now, and they all feel like old friends. But at the same time, each time I read one of her books I feel like I’m discovering them all over again! There’s something about the unique characters and plots that gives each book a spice of something that I rediscover when I read them. I love it! 

2. Which male character is your favorite?

No suprise here. The prize just has to go to Gilbert Blythe for being the most perfect fictional male on the face of the novel world. There’s just something about his charm and humour and heart that just endears him to me. And there’s the fact that his romance is with my all time favourite female character…

3. Which female character is your favorite?

Who just happens to be Anne Shirley. 😀 Her imagination, her spirit, her love for life, her writer’s heart – these are just some of the things that have made this red-headed orphan girl my favourite. I absolutely love watching her grow and develop throughout her eight books. There’s something so beautiful about watching her journey from a fiery girl to a dreamer and a writer, to a wife and then a golden-hearted mother. Her zest for life and incorrigible humour and love for people is just… gah! In case you can’t tell, I love this character a lot. 😀

4. Who is your favorite villain of all time?

I’m not entirely sure that there are ‘villains’ of such in LMM’s various books. I’ll just go with a few characters I personally don’t like. xD

  • Mrs Fredrick Stirling from The Blue Castle. She’s most horrible and I must confess that I am incredibly happy when Valency metaphorically kicks Mrs Stirling’s butt by leaving and starting a life of her own. xD
  • Mrs Campbell & The Woman from Anne of Windy Willows. A formidable duo who, together, manage to make little Elizabeth’s life rather miserable. Horrid old creatures. *shakes fist*

5. Who is your least favorite character of all time?

Oh wait, I guess I kinda answered that in the last question. Oh well, I can always come up with more awful characters of LMM’s creation. She seems to specialize in disagreeable female characters for some reason… And I love her for it. 😀

  • Josie Pye, from the Anne series, for instance. Now she’s a disagreeable character. Jealous, snide, vain, and oh so ‘Pye-ish’. Incorrigibly ‘Pye-ish’ in fact, and with not a redeeming feature to claim that I can think of.
  • Doreen Garrison from Pat of Silver Bush. Oh what an awful woman! She’s the very opposite of what a mother should be, all shallow beauty and fake care and total absence. She broke Jingle’s heart, and I shall never forgive her for it.

6. Which book do you think has the strongest plot?

Hmm, I would probably have to go for either Rilla of Ingleside, or The Blue Castle – two of my absolute favourite LMM books. Rilla has a heavier plot compared to the rest of the Anne books, but oh how it stirs the heart. It has death and new life, sorrow and joy, dark pain and bright hope – all bound up in such a beautiful story. As for The Blue Castle – well, the journey it takes the reader on is just marvellous. It starts in such an awful hopeless situation, and rises to such colourful life and beauty. There is humour and heart and hope woven through out this whole story, and I highly recommend it.

7. What gets on your nerves the most in a story (a boring character, an unrealistic plot, etc.)?

To be honest, there is very little that gets on my nerves in an LMM book. I love pretty much everything about every book or story I’ve ever read by her. However, if I had to have one quibble, it would be that sometimes her plots can become rather predictable, particularly in a lot of her short stories… Certainly in the romance scene, the whole woman-playing-hard-to-get-and-then-realizing-her-mistake-after-a-very-long-time plot becomes slightly old after a while. But then it’s kind of my fault really. Because if I insist on reading all of her short stories back to back, I’m bound to start seeing predictable patterns after a while. What writer doesn’t have them? So yeah, it’s a minor thing that gets on my nerves, and is rather easily removed by not reading too many of her short stories in a row. 😀

8. Which book has the best cover (share a picture!)?

Ah yes… I’m saving the best for last. You see, I’ve amassed quite the eclectic collection of LMM books over the years. I picked the majority of them because of their gorgeous covers, so here are three of my favourites for your viewing pleasure. 😉 

This was my first ever LMM book and will ever remain my favourite.

This little darling is rather battered, but the story inside is just as sweet and whimsical as the front cover.

The colour and detail of this cover is just stunning. Even more so than the picture lets on!


And that just about concludes this wonderful {L. M. Montgomery} Book Lover Blog Tag! I just need to tag some people… 

Bea @ The Treasure Within

Ruqs @ Many Things Bookish

Caleb @ A Young Writer’s Blog

Jessie @ Jessie Bingham

Friend @ Jeans and Dresses

(Please note, the whole LMM aspect of this tag was added by me personally and is not part of the official tag. :D)


Right, if you’ve got to the end of this rather long post, congratulations! Thank you for reading, and most of all thank you for your support that has made these past two years possible! I’ll see y’all next week. 😉 

Let’s chat! How long have you been reading The Way of Delight? What’s been your favourite post from this blog? And what are your thoughts on L.M. Montgomery? Favourite characters that she’s written?