#30

Love in The Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez was my last official read of the summer. I liked the story but it was difficult to get through. Gabo sure can spin a yarn, can't he? As for the movie? I didn't like it so much. I have to wonder if it made any sense to anyone who hadn't read the book. Very strange. 

So, now it's back to real life and school. My reading will once again be relegated to the bathroom or the few minutes between the time my head hits the pillow and I fall asleep. Thanks to a healthy digestive system and kids who drive me batshit crazy, that's not very long at all. ha ha!

Oh but how I enjoyed losing myself in "mah stories."