Review: Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez
I really don't know how to write my review of this book. There is so much to say about what I liked at what I didn't like.
Firstly, for those of you who don't know, Love in the Time of Cholera is a weird sort of love story taking place in Colombia. For most of the book I was a little unsure of exactly where the story was taking place because my geography isn't that great but goodreads doesn't lie. It's not your typical love story. It's about two young people who fall in passionate "love" and then one of them gets married after becoming disillusioned to her youthfully folly. The other never moves on.
However it opens with a really cool death scene and because I don't research books before I read them I thought that the book was going to be more about a cool coroner solving a murder. It was a bit of a let down.
I really loved the writing style, but it wasn't the sort of book that begs you to pick it up and read it. I struggled a bit with being motivated to finish it. Alas.
I found Florentino Ariza to be a bit creepy (read a lot creepy) which was the biggest part of the book that I struggled with. I didn't want to read about him and his love lorn and lose ways. I really didn't want to hear about his imo statutory rape of his niece (sorry spoilers). I didn't want to see him harass old ladies into loving him because no one else did. I object to him as a being.
I've struggled with rating this book. I gave it a 4 out of 10 but it deserves both more and less. I feel like I haven't lived enough to really appreciate this book and I want to reread it in a couple of decades to see if what I thought changed any. Who knows. It wasn't a bad read it just wasn't good or what I wanted.