‘Anne of Green Gables Review’ – Preet G, Y8

Anne of Green Gables

by L.M Montogmery

As people say, childhood is the best part of life and is certainly is so for Anne Shirley when she arrives at Avonlea. Lucy Maud Montgomery describes Anne’s journey in Avonlea with the Cuthberts, from the day she arrived, a chatterbox filled with life and imagination, who can perceive a mere tree or pond as something much more. She goes to live with the Cuthberts; Marilla Cuthbert, the strictest, most rigid and uptight woman in Avonlea and Matthew, her brother, who despite being so shy, has a heart of gold hidden beneath. Despite arriving by mistake, in being the wrong orphan that Marilla and Matthew had asked for to help on the farm, she gradually transforms their simple lives into cheerful ones.

However not everything in Anne’s life always goes to plan, for example flying into a rage at Mrs Rachel Lynde, a very good friend of Marilla’s……. and also the village’s gossip! She also dyes her hair green, instead of the black curls that she was hoping for, since she was teased endlessly for her own hair colour.

Personally, I adore this book, not only because it is a timeless classic but you can read it over and over again and you cannot help laugh every time something happens to Anne. Anne, overall, despite her flaws, is a sweet helpful girl who can uplift the most miserable person and make them a changed person, just by talking to them. Another reason I enjoy this book is not only because of the comedy, but the way she perseveres through her first months, being labelled homely (an old-fashioned word for ugly or unattractive) and being called horrible nicknames such as ‘Carrots’, due to her orange hair. Luckily, she finds a friend in Diana Barry, who sees past her appearance and becomes a good friend of Anne’s.

I would recommend this book as it is a brilliant classic and is good fun to read, overall. If you read it, I hope you enjoy it!


‘Ce qui aurait pu être’ – Maia S H, Y8

3 matted ivy fences,
2 wistful turrets,
1 bitter-sweet memory flowing down,
Regardless of day or night,
Drenching me in the bitter-sweet rain of ce qui aurait pu être,
What could’ve been,
What could’ve been if only Alice hadn’t fallen down the rabbit hole,
If the secret garden hadn’t been so secret,
If the 7 dwarfs hadn’t met the 1 Snow White,
If only I wasn’t drenched in ce qui aurait pu être,
Surrounded by,
3 matted ivy fences,
2 wistful turrets,
And 1 bitter-sweet memory.

Competition Entries – Especially When Wet

Thank you so much for all of your entries – we loved reading them! Check out everyone’s work below. 🙂

Abigail H, Year 7

Srihita K, Year 10

Raindrops stampeded down like bullets.

Ikshita S, Year 7

Feel the raindrops fall beautifully.

Manni G, Year 7

Raindrops always come after rain.

Maia S H, Year 8

It shrieked, drowning us.

Samhita K, Year 8

Jewelled gems drizzle from above.

‘Drab’ – Maia S H, Y8

I blow my nose,

He makes me feel ill,

I close my eyes,

I don’t wish to see him any longer,

If I don’t I’ll find myself ponder,

He’s really not that bad,

Someday he’ll grab someone else,

Whisk them in to his sick sick ways,

Oh how I count the days ,

Till I can leave this bed, 

Oh how I feel so drab,

But then I remember,

I was the one who forgot ,

To book my annual flu jab,

‘Rain’ – Preet G, Y8

The song of the rain sings softly,

A slight drizzle, a pleasant break,

From the ever beating, shining sun,

Dripping from leaf to leaf, second to none


However, the sweet rain cannot always pour, always sing,

For it is sometimes replaced by torrential rage,

Provoked by whooshing gusts of winds,

Violently thrashing its bullets upon our windowpanes.


Many a times the frosty, freezing air,

Crystalizes each tiny glass bead which falls from our sky,

Influenced by the steadfast cold atmosphere,

Falling softly, piling, unbeknownst in the darkness of night.


The song of life cannot always sing softly,

Giving us pleasant and wonderful times

Stormy times will come and go,

Times of conflict may turn our speech cold,

But we will always melt once more.

‘Barefoot’ – Mairead B, Y8

The warm sand on bare toes,

The ocean water as the tide goes,

The soft pebbles on the shore,

The green grass on the floor…


Hawaii is home for the barefoot.


But wait, not the hot rocks covered in black soot,

Not the fiery lava where the volcanoes erupt,

Not the seaweed which happens to interrupt

Your pleasant swims until a shark BITES

I guess Hawaii took away your Barefoot rights.

‘Shoeless’ – Preet G Y8

To feel the whooshing wind on my face again, blasting by my ears,

The smell of the simply fresh, salty air.

I think of the times in the soft sand or tiptoeing on the rocks,

I think of the times I ran, running shoeless on the wind-swept beach


To feel a slight cool breeze, causing your hair to float

The sweet, sweet scent of honeysuckle and red rose

I think of the times in the cool green grass, tickling your feet

I think of the times I ran, running shoeless across the garden


To feel the warm comfort, settling down in front of the TV,

The smell of food, wafting from the kitchen,

I think of how I am now, settled in a blanket, feet nestled in a rug.

I think of how I am now, shoeless in the soft carpet, writing this poem.