Since I can't breathe properly without stopping entirely
, I've spent the better part of the night reading (when I wasn't toying around with layouts and such), and finished an entire book
in less than one night. I'm flabbergasted. Granted it wasn't such a long book, but the feat remains a feat.
Corollary to this, is the absolute erasure of any lingering doubt that García Márquez is
the love of my life
my most favorite writer, above them all he stands, tall and proud, no number of dystopias, no amount of epic fantasies can compete, that's right, not even the Professor himself stands next to him.
Ironically To Kill a Mockingbird
(which, btw merykey
you have to get your hands on this one, you cannot die
without having read this book) remains my unquestionably most favorite piece of literature, so far. You know, in a perfect world, Harper Lee would have written more than one book but, alas. Either way, that's neither here, nor there.
Point is, a great step has been taken for me today, I can now honestly say that this is the man whose work I'll take with me to be stranded on a deserted island.
And in case you were wondering, the all-nighter was Chronicle of a Death Foretold
, this must have been the third time round, I think. God, I love that man.
OK then, nut case signing off!