I finally finished reading Dorothy Scarborough's The Wind, a novel that caused quite a stir in West Texas when it was published in 1925. I say I finally finished it because I started it months ago and then stopped reading right in the middle. It was not that I had lost interest in the story but because of the myriads of other projects I had going, and I wasn't giving the book the attention it deserved. I somehow managed, however, to read a few other books along the way, but I had other...