one hundred years of solitude, gabriel garcia marquez, page 1.
RIP Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
One Hundred Years of Solitude is one of my favorite books of all time, and begins with one of the best opening sentences ever. I read it on a summer vacation in Panama as a teenager; it was the perfect setting. I’d read his magic sometimes out on my grandparents’ porch in the sticky humidity, other times under the mosquito netting on my bed at a relative’s farmhouse with the sounds of the jungle close by. It was perfect and his words were alive. He will be missed.