One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
Kind of like getting a fat sack of weed that looks, smells, and feels beautiful to the touch but when you tear it up and smoke it, it's just some mids that wear off too quickly. You've had much better stuff before in smaller quantities that you preferred for their intensity and while you don't mind the fat sack, it's a bit of a slog to finish it off and you can't wait until your next one. I feel sorry for the women in Gabriel's life since most of the romance in the book is sparked by molestation. On the upside, it's still ambitious, entertaining, and pretty funny.
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