In retrospect, I see that this was my education, the one that would matter: the hours I spent sitting at a borrowed desk, struggling to parse narrow strands of Mormon doctrine in mimicry of a brother who’d deserted me. The skill I was learning was a crucial one, the patience to read things I could not yet understand.
Woah! I'm reading this highlight after I finished the book and its kinda foreshadowing! Can teach us that changing our circumstances is rarely comfortable or easy, but is often worth it (but maybe not in Tara's context because she lost her family, I hesitate to draw conclusions on the relative importances of Tara's life because she is still alive and this is her story).
