Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
I first read One Hundred Years of Solitude the summer I was at home with my newborn son and that opening sentence is burned into my memory. I read the book during the brief periods when the baby slept and I associate it with the feel of the hot sun beating down on me while I worked on my tan in our pocket-sized back yard.
It is a very complex novel and I’m interested in seeing how it translates to a mini-series.
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