At the end of the book, I realized that I had mixed up this book and For Whom The Bell Tolls. This is the book that I wanted to read, though. This book hooked me. I read it all in one weekend. The beginning was so beautiful. I read it after a couple of warm days in early spring, and I could still feel the warm air in the sky. The beginning pulled me into this world of imagination and memory that I hadn't experienced in a long time. It reminded me of when I was 17 and felt I could do anything. Or it felt like how you feel after a long shower after a hot day. Clean.

The end of the book was alarming. I didn't realize! It was so bad and so dark, and there were still 50 pages left, so I knew it was only going to get worse. It reminded me a lot of the ending of 100 Years of Solitude. The ants! It was all I could think about when I was done, and I had to remind myself that time would dull my disgust.

Update: It’s two years later after reading this book. I was up in the night last night and realized it’s possible that it wasn’t random that the books both ended with ants. There might be some sort of thematic connection.