Two of my most well-read friends swear by the book, Love in the Time of Cholera, so I checked it out of the Ocean Springs Library recently, and I finished it tonight.

On the one hand, my prudish self blushed a LOT at all the sex stuff in this love story, but on the other, it was a masterfully written novel that weaves an unforgettable story of the unbelievable potential for forever love. Once captured by Marquez’s masterpiece, I am assuming that one will never forget Florentino Ariza’s love for Fermina Daza.

I noticed online that there is a movie in production based on this novel, but it looked like it might be a foreign movie that would doubtfully make it to South Mississippi. But if it does, I’ll have to check it out.

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By the way, for those scoring at home, my attempts at drastically cuttting down my time on the computer is off to a good start these first two days. I mean, there was some sweating and the munchies, but I’m thinking I’ll just take up smoking and I’ll be okay.