I’m really not sure what to say about this book. In truth, I didn’t finish it, but, I did make it about 75% of the way through. I just got tired of it. It’s an interesting and original story, but horribly confusing at times. Most of the men are named after each other, so I was constantly trying to figure out which person was being spoken about, and how old they were. I didn’t even mind the mystical elements, or the more unsavory ones (such as one of the men marrying a girl who was essentially a child of 10 or 11). It just got to be too much. I’m glad I gave it a shot, but I’m not sorry I didn’t finish.
- “I think the story is still real enough to relate to and the dash of magical symbolism makes it beautiful and creative in a way that most novels are not.” — Definitely Not for the Birds
- “In other words, One Hundred Years of Solitude is a rich, epic, soul-satisfying novel well deserving of its modern classic status, a book that can be read and reread and contains a vast reservoir of human experience, both male and female.” — A Striped Armchair
- “Of course there is a lot of symbolism and imagery that can deciphered and reflected on, the story does certainly have many layers, but I don’t really find that kind of thing enjoyable.” — Britishmisk’s Blog