Why I hate these things: - Twilight by Stephanie Meyer - One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez - The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown - Ulysses by James Joyce Two are loved. Two are reviled. Structures are similar. Setups are identical. I’d never given much thought to how I would die — though I’d had reason enough in the last few months — but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
Renowned curator Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum's Grand Gallery.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.