i'm a loner, dottie, a rebel

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You're One Hundred Years of Solitude!

by Gabriel Garcia Marquez


Lonely and struggling, you've been around for a very long time. Conflict has filled most of your life and torn apart nearly everyone you know. Yet there is something majestic and even epic about your presence in the world. You love life all the more for having seen its decimation. After all, it takes a village.


Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.

(Thanks to Tracy Lynn, a.k.a. Catch 22, of Kaply, Inc. for the quiz.)

Ironically, I’m the book that I didn’t quite finish reading my senior year of high school. It was after the AP Spanish test, and all we were required to do was read a Spanish-language book in translation, then write a book report on it en español. The night before the report was due, I still had about 20 years of solitude to go.

So I faked it—in Spanish, no less. I’m guessing Mr. Hernandez saw right through it, but after 40 years of teaching, he was even more burnt out than us senioritis-sufferers.

One day in class, Bonnie and I were talking about how we wished we could go to MacDonald’s. Mr. Hernandez overheard us and we thought we were going to get in trouble for talking (in English, por supuesto). But instead Mr. Hernandez rounded up the entire class and we all walked to MacDonald’s together. Que divertido!

Comments

Claire said…
The year we had French right before lunch, our teacher brought in snack mix for us and let us bring in cheese nips and the like (because we plowed through the snack mix so quickly). We were a much more responsive group when we got to snack.
August 31, 2007 at 4:05 PM
the last noel said…
I heard that Marquez actually thought 100 Years read better in English than in Spanish, si?
September 1, 2007 at 9:12 PM
Prince Gomolvilas said…
Noel, good god, you're everywhere online. I can't get away from you, no matter how hard I try!
September 2, 2007 at 9:04 AM
Cheryl said…
C: I took French in third grade--which sounds fancier than it was; my teacher just happened to be from France and gave lessons after school. Anyway, it was all about crepes and bon-bons. I'm more bilingual on carbs.

N & P: I wish I could say it was a six-degrees coincidence, but Noel's series at A Different Light introduced me to Prince and his blog. Thanks for the intro, by the way.
September 2, 2007 at 7:01 PM
CC said…
I'm Watership Down! Look out, everybody, here comes the bunnies!
September 4, 2007 at 11:49 AM
Cheryl said…
I loved that book. I'm still haunted by the concept of a rabbit screaming. It's not all carrots and Easter eggs, people.
September 4, 2007 at 5:08 PM
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