Sunday, November 13, 2005


Why is it that some books touch our souls? Could it be that maybe because we read them when our souls need to be touched...

I read Marquez's last book and I almost felt like in some way it bridged my past with my present. The way he writes is so unique that every time I read something by him I feel everything I felt when I read him for the first time. He reminds me of being in love for the first time when I was reading A Hundred Years of Solitude, of my heart being broken as I was reading Of Love and Other Demons, of my great
obsessions when I read The Fall of the Patriarch.. And now, when I read Memories of My Melancholic Whores, can't you guess what is left in my memory?


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