Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel García MárquezMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
At face value, you will think this is a frivolous read - a 90-year-old man who wants to get laid. But no, there is more to this book than just sex.
This 90-year-old man whose name I forgot, has had innumerable sexual escapades devoid of love. So not once has he taken vows with any woman. He never felt how it was to love and be loved back. Until one day, through the complicity of the owner of a whorehouse whose name I also forgot, he was able to find love in a 14-year-old girl. You may cringe at the thought of them making love, but uhh.. no, they didn't. All the girl did when they were together was to lie in bed and just sleep. Told you this is silly read. :D But anyway, the lesson here is, when it comes to love, age doesn't matter (sounds too cliche, eh?). Whether you're young or old, love will come at your doorstep. It happens to everybody. And in the case of the perverted protagonist whose name I still cannot recall, it's never too late to fall in love. :)


