Areopagitica continues to be alright, although it does tend to get a bit boring at times. Cleaning stacks of books and repairing covers all day long isn't exactly thrilling, but i'm not complaining. School's going better; I asked Roger for help and he sat with me and helped me with a lot of the questions I had. I truly appreciated it, and I understood it when he explained things to me in depth. I admit, I never have been a math whiz, but I am going to really try. That's the important thing: i'm trying. My parents are glad to see that I really, truly, am.
Rebecca and Doug are such nice people, and their friends are quite lovely too. Doug is currenly working on a book, collaborating with his photographer friend, on the Somalian refugees. I must say the conversations are fascinating. It's strange to listen in on refugee problems, things I really hadn't thought about before. They both really care about this. It's apparent from their recollections of heated discussions with ignorant others. Although they're too polite to call them that. Ah, sweet people. So many in this age have forgotten their manners entirely. It's sad to see.
I was going on an errand with Rebecca to a church book sale, and looking for a few particular books again. More books about Elvis, and children books. I found quite a few, smiling over the memories 'Nancy Drew' and 'The Babysitters Club' brought back to me. I was browsing the adult literature, just scanning idly, when I ran across one of my favorite authors. Very few people have heard of her, which seems like a waste to me. I wish I had had some money, because it was actually my favorite book of hers that they had. Elizabeth Goudge's 'Pilgrim's Inn', the book my mom made me read in 7th grade when I thought I was losing myself. That book gave me such a sense of peace, that whenever I was sad or sorry or in a deep depression, i'd pick it up again and feel comforted. It's good to find comfort like that.
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