Oprah has chosen my favorite book (of all time) "Love in the Time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez for her book club.
Now, I love Oprah, and I've spent a great deal of my time defending her to my friends. Sometimes I feel like the youngest/most radical Oprah fan in existence, but I really respect what she does. She brings important topics to the forefront of the American psyche; She does good things with her money; And she is pretty darn charming. I wouldn't say she's my role model, but the show is interesting to watch amidst the sea of crap televison.
Yet, somehow, I find myself really quite angry at her choice for her latest book club. "Love" is sacred to me, and I don't want a bunch of housewives relegating such a mystical masterpiece. I don't know there is something very pedestrian about a national book club. Is this snotty of me? I was never one to drop a band because it got "popular." This book won a nobel prize for literature, so it's not that I'm worried it will get ruined by popularity. I don't know ...
BUT Oprah did inform me that a movie version of "Love in the Time of Cholera" is coming out November 16 (who knew?), and I'm pretty excited about that. I wonder if it will be in espanol? For once there is actually more than one movie I want to see out in theaters!
Regardless of whether or not Oprah told you to (I'm telling you) read that book! Here is a lovely biography of Marquez. He is a most interesting man.
Have a nice weekend and eat your veggies!