Every once and a while I really enjoy reading a book that I don’t get right away. A book that reads well on one level, but has such deep undertones that it isn’t until weeks, months or years later that you actually understand what the author was trying to say. I am always intrigued by the way that authors layer meaing in their works, and how those ideas come back to me later on and suddenly make sense.

My studies in Education have led me to believe that this is really how we learn anything. Step one: read or hear a bit of new information. Step two: tuck it away in your mind. Step three: many years later, remember and make a meaningful connection to your current situation.

I have just finished reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s novel ***One Hundred Years of Solitude|http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0060740450/*** and I would love to say that I completely understand it. The story of a fictitious Latin American town and the family that founded it was fascinating. The characters were complex and confusing. I found the plot to be, at times, extreem and unbelievable. But that is the nature of novels. 10th Grade English class is full of lessons on the Hyperbole and its use as a literary tool.

The tale of the six generations of the Buendia family was a captivating one and I can’t wait for the day that it all comes clear.