""We're almost there, Gabriel," he whispered, feeling quite certain without knowing why. "I remember this place, Gabe." And it was true. But it was no...more""We're almost there, Gabriel," he whispered, feeling quite certain without knowing why. "I remember this place, Gabe." And it was true. But it was not a grasping of a thin and burdensome recollection; this was different. This was something that he could keep. It was a memory of his own."
(view spoiler)[And then they get on the sled, which just *happened* to be waiting, and they were free! "For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo." (hide spoiler)]
Agh! How heart-breaking! In a good way... I think. All I know is that when I realized I was on the last page of the story, I gasped. I gasped because I didn't want it to end, and because "Wait! That's all?!?! What happens next?!?!"
This is like 1984 for the Young Adult Fiction set. Good book. There's no condescension to the younger crowd, and it has actual substance, in contrast to a lot of current YA fiction. This is a fabulous book, even for adults.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>(less)
Okay, to start with, this book did not change my life, even though some readers/reviewers say "Oh my God! This book will change your life!! You *have*...moreOkay, to start with, this book did not change my life, even though some readers/reviewers say "Oh my God! This book will change your life!! You *have* to read it!" It did not change my life. My life is still the same as it was before I started the book. That said, it was a pretty intense, crazy, convoluted, confusing ride, but a story that was worth reading.
Jose Arcadio Buendia helped found the town of Macondo oh, so long ago. Back then, it was almost an Eden, where no one died (or at least no one had died *yet*), everyone got along, and the government left them to their own lives. Over time, the town is invaded by "progress" and outsiders, and their idyllic village becomes tormented by greed, war, lies, and death.
Oh, and there's also the incest in the Buendia family. They don't *mean* to be incestuous, but somehow, despite the matriarch's warnings, they just keep hooking up with each other, partly because some of their identities are not fully acknowledged, so one offspring may not know that s/he is a Buendia, and then sleeps with a Buendia... hence the quote "time was not passing … it was turning in a circle” -- those Buendias just keep circling back to each other.
There's an element of magical realism and mysticism that runs throughout the story, too -- people living well into their 100s, alchemy, contagious insomnia, premonitions, spirits of dead people walking around the house, no one remembering a massacre, ... It makes for a fantastic (in that it's wonderful, and also a fantasy) story.
So no, this book did not change my life. And honestly, there's a good chance I'll never read it again. Nevertheless, it was worth reading the one time (or maybe even a second time if I'm ever at a point in my life when I have time to re-read books). Even with all those Buendias and the confusion their similar names (5 with the name Jose, 5 with the name Arcadio, 22 with the name Aureliano, 2 Ursulas, 2 with the name Remedios, and 2 Amarantas) caused in my poor little head, it was a wonderful story, with intrigue, gasp-worthy moments, magic, fantasy, and pity. (less)