I'm a big fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez' flowery style. I'm almost halfway through "Love in the time of Cholera". It's nowhere near as epic as "100 Years of Solitude", but it's still a decent read. I've learned a new word, "atavistic", but I haven't figured out "the bicycle on the sea, or the chicken on the grill, or the drawn-and-quartered angel".
Looking forward to the flight home, I might finish on the plane.
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