See, this is why it is useless to keep this up as a literary weblog, for I will never be recognized as such.
My general impression of 100 Years of Solitude thus far, summed up in one word: Delightful!
I will be back with more indepth analysis in a bit. I’m busy making dinner. Literary weblog owners evidently don’t make dinner, or at least don’t admit to it.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology