I don't know why, but I feel like this book is a little hard to talk about. I say this because I fear missing something. I started this book in the middle of the year, and I stopped it because from the get-go, it was a lot to take in. But then it started collecting dust on my bookshelf and I realized this wasn't my copy, so I needed to finish and return it.

I'm not going to lie, this book was a bit difficult to get through. But the journey was worth it. It's profound without trying. It's funny without trying. It's definitely a lot. When I finished it, I didn't know what to say, but after a discussion with a friend who adores this book, I feel like I can talk about with a degree of appreciation.

I don't think I've read anything like this book. It's an engrossing experience that you can't really find anywhere else. It's someone telling you the generational story of the Buendía family and have you experience familiar things for the first time because you're experiencing it with them; love, loss, food, meeting new people, growing up, and even ice as the first line of the book stated. And the way this book jumps from one event to another and then circles back to the first is practically seamless. I don't think I've ever read anything this seamless in transitions.

I don't think I'll be able to fit everything I feel about this book into this review purely after one read. I think that I will come back to this book eventually, maybe when I'm a little older. Maybe I'll read it with someone next time. Maybe.