It pained me to see the following headline in the news today:
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Nobel Prize-winning author, dies at 87
I have great respect for the individual that Gabriel Garcia Marquez is and was. I remember reading his novel, titled above, in high school. I rather hated doing that. In fact, I hated reading for homework and doing assignments. I much rather read a book when I feel like reading it. I like being able to pace myself. In the summer, procrastinating and whatnot I decided to pick this book up again. I read it and found myself amazed at his delicately detailed style of writing. I thought back to how in love my literature teacher seemed to be with this book. You could see it in his eyes and hear it in his tone whenever he read a passage from the book to us. It wasn’t until a summer later that I found myself in that same trance. I admired this novel and decided to try his other works, which I too fell in love with. And if you would ever want to read a more brilliantly beautiful fantastical piece of writing I would gladly suggest this.
R.I.P. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
My display picture is actually a picture of a passage from 100 Years of Solitude.
I don’t know that I agree with all of these, but I definitely like some of them.