Lecture-tutorials for introductory astronomy Book

This autobiographical novel by one of my favorite authors was both interesting and painful. It was written in 1928 and never published in her lifetime. The painful part was the love-hate relationship between Marjorie and her mother, who did not really live her own life until after her children were grown and married. Rawlings' growth as a writer is interesting, however, as are her descriptions of the natural world which reminded me of her later ones in The Yearling and Cross Creek. It ends with, "Ida hadn't known how beautiful that hill was, topped with pine trees, with a star or the early glowing sunset through them, or the new moon. . .ah, Ida, life is fooling you! Beauty has slipped up on you unawares."