I received a copy of Love in the Time of Cholera , by Gabriel Garcia Marquez for my birthday (thanks, Chris!) and I saved it for my trip to South America, which was a pretty good idea. I know Garcia Marquez is Columbian and I am in Ecuador, but you´d never know it. Everyone here loves him. If they see what I´m reading, they go on and on about how great he is and then start listing everything else he´s ever written.
Anyway, I didn´t expect the book to be that great. I know it´s a classic, but let´s be honest: Classic often equals boring. This one started out that way, but picked up a bit after the first chapter. The plot wasn´t what I expected either (man falls in love, gets rejected, waits 50 years for his beloved´s husband to die so he can make his next move). My one complaint is that the chapters (which aren´t numbered) are about 50 pages long, and there are no breaks in those 50 pages, so it´s not easy to find a stopping point. Recommended.
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Glad to hear that you liked it.
And is it OK if I feel like a (very) minor league celebrity?
Sure, as long as you understand it's very, very minor league ;-)
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