love the humor. Love the sarcasm. Love the evilness. Love love love! Both of them.
Okay…this review is difficult. I excpected it to be different, not just because of the praise that hovers around the novel like a fuzzy warm cloud, but also because the very first sentence gave me the impression it was bout Col Aureliano Buendia. Seems it was not. I am debating if it was about solitude, family, magic, a world that exists beyond reason. Or incest. What’s with the incest? And also why that first sentence?
I had to struggle for the first 100 + pages and then I enjoyed the magic in the story but I’m not so sure if spring exploding all around me and my mood changing into one more pleasant and calm favoured the reading experience.
Not sure how to say it. It wasn’t bad. But it also wasn’t as captivating as I thought it would be judging from the reviews.
“We are put into the house that floats on the sea and we saw for the first time rats and it was hard to figure out how to die.”
*adds some more stars* I personally lack the adequate words to describe or comment on hers. It never stops to amaze me how she can express in one sentence (or one word or even the absence of it) what others have to do in 10 pages.
I absolutely love this play. It’s a nightmare because it made me feel sick. But that is good. Intensity in a play is a good thing. I loved the sarcasm and dry humor and violence and evilness. And it is so much more than just that. I have to see it on stage one day.