Last night I finished the reading of Gabriel García Márquez' book: Vivir para contarla (I did read the german translation... ). It's so to say a part of his autobiography. It was 2:15 am, when I put it aside...

Gabo (or Gabito), as his friends call him, tells us a small piece of his life (so around his being 15 to nearly 30), his growing up in Colombia in the 40th and 50th of the last century. He does that with the same speech and language as his novels, which did earn him the Nobel Prize. Therefore this also makes a whole lot of fun to read it.

Not much more to say: Just read it, you will enjoy it!