Wow… Writing this immediately after finishing the book, all I can feel is overwhelmed and a bit amused. This has been my favourite read so far, which is not too surprising! I knew I would enjoy this novel more than Proust and Breton just because its written from a woman’s perspective… but still, wow! Ana Mar\u00eda… what a woman!<\/p>\n
What really struck me is how full her life feels, even though we only see it through memory and death. She has lived through so much. Her first love with Ricardo, complicated romantic and sexual desire with Antonio and Fernando, familial bonds with her father and her children, and intense friendship with Sof\u00eda… There are so many different forms of love explored, and none of them feel shallow. The painful ones feel especially real.<\/p>\n
My favourite sections were the ones describing her experiences with Sof\u00eda and Mar\u00eda Griselda. The relationship with Sof\u00eda really stood out to me because of how intense it was despite being so brief. They only knew each other for six weeks, but their curiosity toward each other was so deep and immediate.. There\u2019s so much intimacy and then the betrayal! And it all feels so devastating even though it\u2019s so quick. Just thinking back on it… Sof\u00eda was the wife of Ana Mar\u00eda’s first love… her husband cheated on her with Sof\u00eda… and their overall intense affection for each other… just messy!!!<\/p>\n
Mar\u00eda Griselda\u2019s section was also unforgettable. Her beauty is described as almost violent, like it traps her instead of freeing her. The line about her loneliness, \u201cany expression that could have made her recognize herself as a link in a human chain\u2026 Oh what loneliness was hers!\u201d (p. 203), honestly hurt to read. She\u2019s admired, desired, envied, and completely isolated. Her beauty turns her into an object rather than a person, trapping her in a kind of emotional prison. The entire scene, inadvertently caused by Mar\u00edas beauty and ending in Silvia’s death, was so fascinating and vivid.<\/p>\n
As I kept reading, I found myself becoming more and more curious about Ana Mar\u00eda\u2019s life. I wanted to know more about what she didn\u2019t choose, what she regrets, what she didn’t understood while she was alive. I found it interesting that these were the moments that surfaced at her death. Out of her entire life, these relationships and experiences are what define her final reflections. It made me think about memory and how we don\u2019t remember our lives evenly some moments just carry more emotional weight than others.<\/p>\n
Overall, I really enjoyed this novel. Maybe because I am so nosey and love reading about all of this drama! All of the relationships and experiences felt so real, intimate, and human. I found myself genuinely invested in Ana Mar\u00eda\u2019s life, wanting to understand her choices, her regrets, and the emotions she never fully resolved while she was alive. Reading the novel from the perspective of death made everything feel reflective and so brutally honest. I was forced to see Ana Mar\u00eda’s life and feel everything she had ever felt. It was so fun.<\/p>\n
My discussion question: Why do you think these relationships and moments specifically resurface for Ana Mar\u00eda at her death and how did they impact her?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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