Two and a half years in the States. 20 years old. One year (maybe a half more) in college remain until I graduate with a B.A. in Political Science.

First day of Spring Break in Lancaster after arriving from Eastern has been lovely. We arrived at the house near 11am and I napped on and off until 2pm. A friend came then and we walked to the library in truly beautiful weather. I feel as if I could wax eloquent on the day. Breezy, sunny, warm in the light, cool in the shade. Perfect.

After a productive afternoon of watching tv shows and laundry and watching tv shows, I cracked open Orhan Pamuk's Snow only to be met with a most appropriate epigraph by Stendhal,

"Politics in a literary world are a pistol-shot in the middle of a concert,a crude affair though one impossible to ignore. We are about to speak of very ugly matters."

World Literature class has been lovely for the fact that I am required to read fiction throughout the semester, and good fiction at that.... and off I go to do so!