After first reading this nearly ten years ago, I returned to it with a curiosity as to whether or not it would still hold the same appreciation. It did. Admittedly, the book can sometimes feel a bit tedious, but that I attribute more to the fact that it demands a lot from its reader. As a review that I read made clear, Garcia Marquez doesn't waste words. The sentences are chosen for a reason, with seemingly little regard for fluff. It has a density to it that takes a bit of getting used to, but once I sank into the richness of it, I realized I loved it now as much as I did then. The final chapter, in particular, is beautiful, and inspires a certain longing now as it did upon first read.