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forgotten_warrior0414 's review for:
Love in the Time of Cholera
by Gabriel GarcÃa Márquez
This book as me twisted ðŸ˜
It isn’t about perfect romance — it’s about the messy, contradictory ways people love.
Márquez shows love as a spectrum: obsessive and loyal, fleeting and lustful, patient and selfish, often all at the same time. Florentino’s decades-long devotion to Fermina sits alongside a lifetime of affairs, blurring the line between emotional loyalty and physical betrayal. In this world, cheating isn’t always about cruelty — sometimes it’s about loneliness, desire, and the aching need to feel alive.
Here, love can be both selfless and selfish, nourishing and destructive. It doesn’t fit into neat moral boxes. Even Fermina’s marriage to Dr. Juvenal Urbino, though mostly faithful, has its moments of doubt, compromise, and distance. By the time she and Florentino find each other again in old age, you realize their love has endured not because it was pure, but because it was stubborn — strong enough to survive pride, time, and the slow fading of youth.ðŸ˜
Márquez doesn’t dress love up as something flawless. He makes it human: tangled with desire, betrayal, forgiveness, and the desperate will to hold on to the one thing that makes life feel worth living.
By the final page, love feels less like a cure than a fever — stubborn, intoxicating, and impossible to shake, just like the cholera that shadows their lives.
Note the time only cholera mentioned😂
It isn’t about perfect romance — it’s about the messy, contradictory ways people love.
Márquez shows love as a spectrum: obsessive and loyal, fleeting and lustful, patient and selfish, often all at the same time. Florentino’s decades-long devotion to Fermina sits alongside a lifetime of affairs, blurring the line between emotional loyalty and physical betrayal. In this world, cheating isn’t always about cruelty — sometimes it’s about loneliness, desire, and the aching need to feel alive.
Here, love can be both selfless and selfish, nourishing and destructive. It doesn’t fit into neat moral boxes. Even Fermina’s marriage to Dr. Juvenal Urbino, though mostly faithful, has its moments of doubt, compromise, and distance. By the time she and Florentino find each other again in old age, you realize their love has endured not because it was pure, but because it was stubborn — strong enough to survive pride, time, and the slow fading of youth.ðŸ˜
Márquez doesn’t dress love up as something flawless. He makes it human: tangled with desire, betrayal, forgiveness, and the desperate will to hold on to the one thing that makes life feel worth living.
By the final page, love feels less like a cure than a fever — stubborn, intoxicating, and impossible to shake, just like the cholera that shadows their lives.
Note the time only cholera mentioned😂