What, in your opinion, is the best book that you haven’t liked?
I’d have to say One hundred years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. By some fluke, I had to read it three times in high school. I think that García Márquez is a brilliant writer. I loved his use of magical realism in the book. To this day, I can still vividly, and even fondly, recall many of the scenes in the book, but it’s a very long book, and it requires a certain amount of fortitude to finish it. For those who aren’t familiar, the book chronicles the rise and fall of the Buendía family and the fictional town of Macondo, Colombia. I don’t think that I’m spoiling anything by saying that things do not end well for most of the characters. By the end of the book, I found myself thinking, Why doesn’t everyone just hurry up and die? Why is it taking eighty more pages? So while I don’t deny the great signficance of the book, I won’t be reading it a fourth time.