I started reading Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment back in July, I think. I had three or four other books going simultaneously, and there were many nights when I just couldn't handle reading about Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov, with his murderous thoughts, conflicting emotions, and possible descent into madness. In the past two weeks, though, my in-bed-before-going-to-sleep reading has been devoted to the Russian's gripping tale, and I finished it last night. There was so much to it, I imagine I'll be picking it up again sometime in the future. Now, it's on to Oliver Twist, so I'll be able to accurately evaluate the essay Bridget is writing on it.