I have read Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude five times.
The first was at someone’s recommendation and because I am the author’s namesake; the second was halfway through my PhD, (heavy on García Márquez); the third and fourth were when I taught the novel as part of a course on Latin American literature. Most recently, I read the book because Netflix is about to release an adaptation of the novel, which I find exciting and alarming in equal measure.
