Ok, you got me: I love music and tv series. What you probably don’t know is that I’m a stubborn reader. I can’t list all of the books I’ve read in my life but I can answer the question what is your favourite book?.
It is One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. One Hundred Years of Solitude is THE book: it contains everything you need or neither, it is a very fantastic novel, it is practically infinite in its content, it is the definition of time. Moreover, it represents my solitude.
I found a very nice edition some days ago in France. I can’t read it anymore but curiosity always kills the cat, so I was wondering whether it is possible to analyze it by meaning of some sort of textual analysis.