Then my mother sent this completely fabulous Audrey Hepburn calendar. She wrote the funniest note, "Hi, it's me...Mom". What a ham. Anyway, the calendar is hanging, looking fabulous, 22 days marked down until The Big Thai. Oh, I can't wait for the sunshine...it has been COLD here for the past two days: CANADA cold! The runs are NOT fun in this weather. The good news is that the Koreans who are out are super nice to me...we are kindred spirits who worship the gods of elevated heart rate and sweat. We beat to a different drum.
My mom also sent me this entirely homey video of her condo all decked out for the holidays and a holiday party she had for her counsellors. I must say, my mother puts on quite the spread for company. I'll have to start eating meat again so I can enjoy the smorgasbords she often thinks are necessary for few people. The thing is, we just eat...eat what is in front of us. You think it'll be too much, then everyone just cleans it up. Go figure. She said bread was all that was left over. I'm groaning...I'd LOVE some of that bread.
I also finished, at extremely long last, One Hundred Years of Solitude. The thing is, I started to know the characters inside and out, despite the fact that they almost all had the same, or at least very similar names. It was annoying at first, always checking the family tree, but really, is that so hard? The end of the book was phenomenal...mind you, I'm pretty sure not many GET to the end, but it was well worth it. I'll give it a 4 only because 350 pages of it were almost intolerable and it took an excruciatingly long time to read.
"What did you expect?" he murmured. "Time passes." Swoon.
"Amarantha herself felt freed of a reef..." a reef...isn't that perfect? What a burden!
"Cease, cows, life is short." It sure is...it sure is.
"Although he did not date them, the order in which he had written the letters was obvious...with the passage of days, however, the reality of life on board mattered less and less to him, and even the most recent and trivial happenings seemed worthy of nostalgia, because as the ship got further away, his memory began to grow sad."
"It had never occurred to him until then to think that literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people..."
And it's that last quote that really did me in. I mean, I think the author is really making fun of us suckers who actually finished his book! I love it.
Overall, I must admit his verbiage is powerful; descriptions of love, passion, and lament are done eloquently and vividly, such that you can actually feel something from the book that gives very little. It was a struggle, but I'm glad I perservered.
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