Maybe I have voyeuristic tendencies, but don’t even try to tell me the people I read about aren’t real. I have shared a forbidden love with the architect of the Taj Mahal (Beneath a Marble Sky). I have been a refugee from Nigeria (Little Bee). Abileen and I, from Kathryn Stockett’s The Help, have shared a sisterhood in a past life; I just know it. I’ve lived through plagues in an isolated village outside of London (Year of Wonders). I have concealed my femininity and risen to become the only female ever to sit on the throne of St. Peter (Pope Joan). Recently I discovered I had been looking over the shoulder of Sister Mary Joseph Praise in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia before her sons were born (Cutting For Stone). I am looking forward to Mary Doria Russell’s, Doc because who knows what connection I’ll discover with Wyatt Earp.