I’ve tried twice before to read One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It’s one of those must-read books that’s always on everyone’s “best fiction of all time” lists. So I figure I owe it to myself to read it.
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten beyond the first 100 pages (of solitude?).
But every few years I forget just how little I enjoyed my last attempt – and I assume (rightly or wrongly) that I’ve changed enough as a person that I might actually enjoy it now – and I set about trying again.
Well, I’ve been in a good frame of mind lately for books, and now’s as good a time as any to give it another try – my third. I’ll let you know how it goes, assuming of course that I can find my copy.