But who knows where or when?

I'm really, really almost done Roxana. Since I've read the book before, I know what happens and as Defoe leaves the worst to last, I'm not really looking forward to the end. It's awful or awe-full. It's a great book really because Roxana's pride and vanity (which she constantly points out to us will be her undoing) is attractive and irresistable. Let's face it: we all want to dance in the Turkish dress.



















Perhaps my undoing is that I am already thinking about what I will read next.

In many ways a continuation of My Year of Reading which ran from Nov. 14, 2005 - Nov. 14, 2006. Or, at least that's what I'm thinking right now. But My Year of Reading became what it was as the time passed and it changed and was affected by external events internalized and it was affected by you. So here we go again...