This is the kind of book that you read entirely for the last two lines. I”m not sure this book is worth it. A lot of the story is pretty dry, and I was unable to follow a good chunk of the storyline without 100% focus. This book is definitely an exercise in mindfulness, and should you prove to follow any of it, you will be rewarded with very out there characters, odd happenings, and big wars.
In the end, I probably should’ve stopped reading this book about 60 pages in, when I realized it wasn’t going to get any better. Marquez’s writing, if you haven’t read any of it before, is the grandfather of magical realism, and as such his writing is flowery and verbose. His paragraphs and even his sentences extended for pages.
The main theme of the story is, of course, solitude. Solitude is revealed again and again for each character, in a myriad of ways. Two many of the characters live to be over one hundred, especially the women. The women see so much, throughout their lives. In the end, though I’m not that impressed with this book and I don’t think I’d recommend it to anyone.