Love in the Time of Cholera

After having read 100 Years of Solitude in one
day, I was looking forward to reading Love in the Time of Cholera. A good
friend of mine had said that, of the two, this was her favorite and I
enjoyed 100 Years so much that I couldn’t imagine how much better it
could get. Maybe that’s why, it took me a few years to get the book and
finally start reading it.

I started it in Turkey but I was so tired and sick that I kept having to
put it down. When we got home, I took a break to get over jet lag and I
finally managed to sit and read a large chunk of it in one sitting,
which is when the book got good. Despite its beautiful story,
interesting characters and fantastic writing, I didn’t enjoy this nearly
as much as 100 Years of Solitude. When I finished the book, I did have a
wonderful, satisfied feeling, but I wasn’t as blown away with this story
and I had been with the previous. It wasn’t as epic and magical.

Still, it was a beautiful story and a beautiful book.