Currently Reading: One Hundred Years of Solitude
The thing I like about my copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude is that it has a thin, gold fabric bookmark attached to the book (I’m easily pleased). However, and I think you’ll agree with me, there is something presumptuous and pretentious about the inclusion of a bookmark. In order to have a bookmark attached to the book, you’d better be a good fucking book.
Luckily, 100 Years… has earned its bookmark so far.