Don Quixote, and Freud and Man's Soul
I started reading Don Quixote last summer, but stopped when school started, because I really didn't have time to read it. At that point I was checking it out of the library, but somewhere during the school year, I bought a copy at Border's (but never actually read any of it until this summer). I tried picking up where I left off, but I realized I didn't remember where I was, and rereading the beginning couldn't hurt, anyway. And that's my story.

Now I'm on page 130-something (which- I'm pretty sure- is beyond where I left off). 600 pages to go, but I'm looking foward to it.
Of course, as soon as the sixth Harry Potter book comes out, I'm afraid I'm going to have to temporarily forsake all other literary endeavours (as horrible as it sounds).