well, I got through that one. Im not sure that I liked it all that much, but it was readable, had some lovely passages about love and aging and sex; the difficulty for me is dealing with the Latino/South American sensibility, which is very different from mine. I finally realized that the only way to do this is to just let go of comparing apples and mangoes, and concentrate on the mangoes.
I'm pleased that I read it, but I will probably not be digging into it again any time soon. Some books are like that.
Time to strap on the camera and heavy jacket and go for a walk in what's left of the good weather.