“She was no longer the little girl, the newcomer, whom he had undressed, one article of clothing at a time, with little baby games: first these little shoes for the little baby bear, then this little chemise for the little puppy dog, next these little flowered panties for the little bunny rabbit, and a little kiss on her papa’s delicious little dickey-bird.”
That’s from “Love in the Time of Cholera.” It was creepy enough to know that Florentino had taken up a lover who was 14 when he was in his 70s. It was additionally creepy because it seemed she was somehow part of the family line.
So that, my friends, is how I went from being mildly disturbed by an old man’s “love” for a 14 year old to completely grossed out.
Towards the beginning of the book, there was a lovely passage about Fermina’s wedding night and the respect and care her new husband had for her and her fear of losing her virginity.
The passage quoted above null and voided it.
I can’t say I’d recommend this book to anyone now.
Here’s to hoping the next book isn’t nearly as disappointing.