Went to town today (yes—I left this house!!) to finish up the last of my college shopping, which included all those silly-but-entirely-necessary trifles like safety pins, vitamin C, a mattress pad, a surge protector, a french dictionary, and chapstick. A Target, a Whole Foods, a Borders, a semi-celebratory lunch with my parents at a seafood restaurant, and $20 worth of gas later, it was finally all done, reminding me once again that a week from tomorrow I’ll be in that RV on I-40.

I was able to get out of Borders having only spent close to $54, which was quite the success for me. I’ve recently decided, in my rekindled love for Emily Brontë, that I would try to read as much as I can from all of the Brontë siblings. So I’ve bought The Secret (on sale!!), a collection of somewhat-short stories (like the actual Secret) by Charlotte Brontë—the sister that wrote Jane Eyre. 

” ‘What, Marian, is not that inexplicable spell yet broken? I thought absence and kind treatment might do much, but it appears all of my affection has not yet succeeded in erasing that impression which, by some mysterious means, Miss Foxley contrived to make on your too sensitive mind.’ “

Ahh. Victorian literature.