Book Binging: Love In The Time Of Cholera

After all these years of being told to read it I finally have. I do love me some Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Love In The Time Of Cholera is a beautiful book and Marquez makes me feel like I have the power to hear, smell, taste, and touch with my eyes as I read this generations spanning novel. But, dag nabit, he did it to me again. After drawing me in and drawing me in until I felt I had lived the 80+ years with the lovers in the story and that somehow my fate was tied to theirs he ended the story. This isn't just the normal sadness of finishing a good book and wishing there was more. He did it in One Hundred Years of Solitude. He did it in Of Love and Other Demons. He just ended the book. He ended it like a capricious lover who woke up one day and said to himself, "OK that's enough. We're through."

To lovers and authors all let me just say...baby...let me down easy.