For as long as I can remember, my house was always full of books, all from my father who studied law and accounting, and loved to buy books about both careers.
I remember that on the table where our telephone was, there was always a small, red, hardcover book, the Venezuelan Civil Code. That was like a daily reference bible for his functions as a lawyer, and he was able to know which article corresponded to a particular fact.
As a child, my first book was Juan Salvador Gaviota, I was about 8 or 9 years old when my father gave it to me, and honestly I did not like it, because it was a very dense book for a girl of my age. Over the years I came to understand the allegories of the story!
But my favorite book came when I was about 13 years old, from the hand of my high school literature teacher. I had to read 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, and that was the beginning of a love that always led me to read it again.
In my class, more than one of them gave up without getting halfway through the story, and they were desperately looking for a summary for when the evaluation was due. When they found out that I finished it, they asked about it, and I took the opportunity to monetize my knowledge, ha! although the teacher, astute at last, asked very particular questions in the interrogation, which exposed more than one of them.
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As far as I remember, I have read it 5 times in my life, in different years and circumstances, and each time it fascinated me as much or more than the first time. The last time was 14 years ago, when I read it with my oldest son, who was only two years old at the time. He would ask me to make him participate and I would read bits and pieces aloud to him, until the questions came and interrupted that solitary pleasure.
Even at school, when he was asked to copy a text or to dictate, that was the book of his choice. It became my red hardcover book, like the code that my father had.
When I emigrated, my copy was left among the many things I had to leave behind in my country, so I am looking for one to have on hand, especially because with my second son I have not had that dynamic, although we have read some, and I try to instill in him a love for reading and knowledge.
And why do I like it so much?
I think it reflects a little of how my head works, unconventional and where everything is possible, from the fact that a girl climbs to heaven wrapped in the sheets she just took off the clothesline, to the fact that ants take a newborn child product of incest, just before the end of the world makes its arrival.
After that one there were others, mostly linked to Russian literature, but among them all One Hundred Years of Solitude has been my all-time favorite book.
Thanks to @ericvancewalton for this initiative. If you want to participate I leave you the invitation post
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Edición/Edited by @mamaemigrante
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