Just

started reading The Catcher in the Rye. Holden's a pretty interesting guy. His use of expletives gets old. But he makes me laugh nonetheless. Also, his habit of spelling crummy "crumby" is distracting, and I find myself adding the 'b' in in my head.

Sleeping alone in the secluded bedroom tonight. I can see the darkness creeping in, but for some reason I'm not afraid. I've the feeling I normally would be. Maybe it's the magical quality of being on vacation. You assume all the wonderful things will happen, just like the movies; you are untouchable by the wicked hand of Tragedy.

Tragedy will get you if She wishes. The crashing waves and salty sea air do not keep Her at bay. New walls surrounding the same old pillow where you lay your head is not Her Wolf's bane. Dreams will lured Her in, and you will fall prey just as soon as you'd've at home.

Holden used a really good double contraction. Couldn't've. I liked it. I commended him silently.

Interesting weekend. Interesting kiss. Spectacular, even.

Looking forward to a lazy and productive week, contradictory as that may be. Hope no one expected to talk to me much these next few days. I finished Fahrenheit 451 today, and I expect to finish the Catcher in the Rye tonight. I've 5 other novels, a book of essays, and a collection of Neruda's poetry (with original Spanish versions) to work through. So excited for it.