The first time I read Don Quixote was in the mid nineties, after much procrastination. It was a beautiful Akal edition which had been given to me by my dear friend Isabel years earlier.
It took me two years to finish it. There were two main feelings: the process of reading it. Seeing yourself learn, grow, laugh, cry, hold your breadth, and be totally inspired as you read it. And when you finish it: A phenomenal sense of accomplishment, joy, sadness, some sort of post partum depression (not that I would know what that feels like, but it must be a little like that), and finally knowing that no book you will ever read again will come within miles of it.
After reading El Quijote, I couldn’t wait to read it again. So when the chance came up to take the Quijote class at Simmons I jumped at the opportunity.
The experience was everything I expected and then some. Prof. Louise Cohen drew the best out of the class, guiding us, suggesting paths to explore, encouraging us. Undeniably one of the best learning experiences of my life.
The only problem with all this, is that I am now addicted, hooked, and there is only one way of feeding this craving. A PhD.