First books from the new home: one new and one used:)
Each time I read a little further in the story I keep recalling “Are You There God? It‘s Me, Margaret” by Judy Blume. I think it‘s element of not knowing oneself and feeling intense pressure to be, or do or act in some unknown way that one feels@ everyone but oneself knows how to do.
Reads like flat track from the early 2000‘s as far as showmanship and free for alls go. The protagonist is working through loss of her parents and other trauma including self harm and thinks roller derby will allow her to continue her downward spiral. Daya is in for a big surprise.
The temps are ridiculous today. So I looked up a project to do while I hide in a cafe.
It has been a darksome year.
A straight curve when increasing every other stitch. I have a tribulation of these experiments:)
With the amount of handwork happening as well as the number of “fidgets” appearing in class I think this book may come in handy.