January 26, 1939, Thursday
I stayed home tonight and finished "Rebecca". Oh how that book facinates me! It's so very interesting and the author so describes everything in a way so -- well anyway you can almost see everything she describes. I listened to the radio in between times - "Snooks" was cute tonight as usual, I've been thinking it over and I guess I really can't care much for Dave. Just my imagination building him up I presume. I don't know whats the matter with me. There isn't one boy I really could get serious about! Why? I wonder - Other girls get excited about dates and boys and all but not me - why? I've just about given up trying to figure me out -
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