I have been to Oslo for a couple of days. Always nice to visit, even in the winter. I did not have time to read anything, and reading has been very slow in December. So far I have not finished even one book.
The good news is that Netflix has adapted Gabriel García Márquez' novel One Hundred Years of Solitude into a TV-series. I read the novel some years ago and loved it. It is not an easy read, you have to rest in between the chapters. Márquez magic realism takes you into an almost crazy world, but you can't help loving the peculiar family of Buendía as you follow them over generations.
Márquez got the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1982, "for his novels and short stories, in which the fantastic and the realistic are combined in a richly composed world of imagination, reflecting a continent's life and conflicts."
The novel has one of the best first lines in literature. It is quite remarkable.
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”
I actually thought Love in the Time of Cholera was even better