Book Forty 2014: 

Memories Of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

This falls under my category of “authors I know I should have read at some stage but inexplicably I never got around to” and why, oh why, oh why has it taken me this long?

This is a short start (my wife is reading Love In The Time Of Cholera at the moment and hasn’t been able to put it down) but he is everything they say; vivid in his imagery, elegant of thought, sexually obsessed and in one sentence alone nails who I am and my entire life.

Not bad.