This is the second book (not counting his The Ballad of Reading Goal) that I read for Oscar Wilde. For a most humble reader and poor expert on Wilde, though an avid fan, I am fascinated both by Wilde’s language, captivating style, and dangerous thoughts. I do not mean dangerous as in contagious, corruptive, or debased. Rather, Wilde’s logic seem to nudge your sight and insight from between the lines on the page in a manner not poetic, though it seems to be so at first, but profound, deep, and yes, enlightening. I have been told that I shouldn’t read De Produndis before prying more into Wilde’s life and its details. But I refused and my curiosity got the better of me. However, I am compelled to read it one more time after reading more about Wilde’s life. Because, if anything, that’s one of the first feelings that this book entices in one . In other words, it makes you yearn to fall in love with The Oscar Wilde in the very same manner that you loved Dorian Gray.