A lot like Marquez's novel Love in the Time of Cholera, in that it
gathers power as it rolls along. The style is hypnotic. When I read
Marquez, there is love in the world, at all times, everywhere.
Marquez's world of love is not a selfish one, of course. The ending
of this novel points to this fact. It utterly engulfed me with the
long history of love and longing that characterizes the Buendia
family's struggle in Latin America.