100 Books for 100 Volumes—Completed

If it had not rained on a certain May morning Valancy Stirling’s whole life would have been entirely different. She would have gone, with the rest of her clan, to Aunt Wellington’s engagement picnic and Dr. Trent would have gone to Montreal. But it did rain and you shall hear what happened to her because of it.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Blue Castle

Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow,fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrums, and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that is she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the why’s and wherefores thereof.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

It was a warm, golden-cloudy, loveable 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.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside

The first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Day—a day to awaited with dread, endured with courage and forgotten with haste.”

Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs

The house was three miles from the station, but before the dusty hired fly had rattled along for five minutes the children began to put their heads out of the carriage window and to say, “Aren’t we nearly there?”

E. Nesbit, Five Children and It

One fine summer’s morning the sun peeped over the hills and looked down upon the valley of Silverstream.

D.E. Stevenson, Miss Buncle’s Book

Harriet Vane sat at her writing table and stared out into Mecklenburg Square.

Dorothy Sayers, Gaudy Night

This is a novel written about dolls in a dolls’ house.

Rumer Godden, The Doll’s House

Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids.

C. S. Lewis, The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

This a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child. It is a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings between our world and the land of Narnia first began.

C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

This is the story of adventure that happened in Narnia and Calormen and the lands between, in the Gold Age when Peter was High King in Narnia and his brother and his two sisters were King and Queens under him.

C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy

Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, and it has been told in another book called The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe how they had a remarkable adventure.

C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.

C.S. Lewis, Voyage of the Dawn Treader

It was a dull autumn day and Jill Pole was crying behind the gym.

C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

In the last days of Narnia, far up to the West beyond Lantern Waste and close beside the great waterfall, there lived an Ape.

C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle

I have no intention of explaining how the correspondence which I now offer to the public fell into my hands. There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about the devils. One is to disbelieve in their existence. The other is to believe, and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them.

C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

I seemed to be standing in a busy queue by the side of a long, mean street.

C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a part of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen.

Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin.

Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House on the Prairie

One evening at supper, Pa asked, “How would you like to work in town, Laura?”

Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little Town on the Prairie

Sunday afternoon was clear, and the snow-covered prairie sparkled in the sunshine.

Laura Ingalls Wilder, These Happy Golden Years

In 1864 Caddie Woodlawn was eleven, and as wild a little tomboy as ever ran the woods of western Wisconsin.

Carol Ryrie Brink, Caddie Woodlawn