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I don't know why, but I had a lot more trouble getting through One Hundred Years of Solitude than I did The House Of Spirits. That isn't to say that I didn't enjoy it; there were some really hilarious, laugh-out-loud moments in there that nonetheless left me feeling a little lonely and melancholy. I mean, it's brilliantly written. It's just so very non-linear and repetitive (deliberately, I know) and so full of characters with the same names (deliberate device, I know) that it's hard to remember what's happening, what I just read, where I am in the narrative, etc. Of course, questions about time and memory resound throughout the book, so it's evident that the confusion I felt is intended...
Also, I believe that makes the ninth book that I've read in the past month. Maybe I should take a break, or at least slow down?
Finished Reading: Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Date Finished: 1 April
Currently Reading: Isabel Allende, The Stories of Eva Luna
Date Started: 2 April
Also, I believe that makes the ninth book that I've read in the past month. Maybe I should take a break, or at least slow down?
Finished Reading: Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Date Finished: 1 April
Currently Reading: Isabel Allende, The Stories of Eva Luna
Date Started: 2 April