Novel & Cerita One Hundred Years Of Solitude Book Review

Mara said. "That is why I brought it," Sena said. Reading it across three evenings, Mara found something unlike the first book related to it the way a shadow was related to what cast it. The first book had been generous and warm, a memory of people worth knowing. This one was the darker companion to it, the account of what happened to the person doing the remembering across thirty years of doing it alone.

ERICA The book in my hands was good. Too good. The kind of good that made you forget the world around you, that pulled you into a reality so immersive, you felt the weight of each word like it was your own story. I had been reading for hours, curled up on my bed, wrapped in the comfort of my oversized sweater, with nothing but the steady rhythm of rain tapping against the window to accompany me. It was one of those rare moments of peace, where time slowed, and nothing else existed except the pages in front of me.

Snow settling into her hair, into the quiet she left behind. I didn’t follow. But for the first time in years, the lodge didn’t feel empty when I went back inside and right then I knew the answer to my eleven years of loneliness.. There’s no way am staying another year without Solane in my life!

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"