written by Nobel Prize winning author Gabriel García Márquez, and I am sure loved by many. I started the book and I stopped, started, stopped, started and four months later finally finished it. It is beautifully written and overwhelmingly romantic. I apparently am not the latter. Sad, heh? I couldn’t see past much of the lead characters’ atrocious behavior and didn’t feel very sorry for them in their tangle of loves.
My copy of the book has a rose on the front, so this photo is in celebration of my finally finishing this sad book about love found, kindled, tested, taken for granted, lost, suffered, mourned, coveted, scoffed, reborn and finally cherished. I’ve desaturated the skin tones to reflect the unhappiness in the book.
OK – now back to sociologists’ ramblings, crime stories and medical thrillers. :)