“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a vil of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point….”
From Cien años de Soledad (one hundred years of solitude) one of my favorite books...
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I bought this book about 2 years ago. Struggled to read past the first 100 pages :( It's not an easy read verdad? or perhaps the English translation doesn't do justice. This time next year, maybe I will be able to read it in Spanish!
I read that book years ago and loved it.
Abha, it's not an easy read, that's true, but it's worth it!
It's kind of a magic realism (realismo mágico) also present in House of Spirits (Isabel Allende). Thanks for your comments!
I, too, thought it was an excellent book. It did take a while to get into, though.
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