Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
This is one of the most beautiful pieces of literature I have ever read. I've never read something where I was less concerned with the plot because the writing was so exquisitely beautiful. It is authors like GGMarquez who turn the written word into an art form. I've heard this book touted as one of the greatest love stories of all time.. and I think that's definitely questionable, as I would find most of the things that happen in this book to be pretty creepy, but the writing is spectacular. It's difficult for me to imagine this in movie form because there is no way that it could do the writing any sort of justice. I wanted to savor every word as I read this book. I gushed about this book way more while I was reading it and shortly after, and folks have told me that One Hundred Years of Solitude is way better. I'll have to find out soon.
Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng
I read both of these books in July. I read nothing in August and I am 6 books behind schedule in meeting my reading goal for the year. I feel like not reading is eating away at my soul. I need my quiet moments back. More on this later. Maybe.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Labels: heartarchives, little lines, relationships, solitude