Seriously. What a monumental task, and to execute the translation so faithfully.
So much of what makes it work is the beautifully romantic language, without feeling fluffy or pompous at all. And knowing that it’s able to remain so impactful while also being one step removed from the authors native language is unreal.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

100 Years Of Solitude did this to me many times. I finished it at work, yelled audibly, and gave the book away to the next living person I ran into (I was alone in the store so that’s not as cringey as it sounds, but it’s true). It’s one that I re-read every few years.

Thinking about it now, I also remember when it starts to rain at the end of a chapter, turning the page, and reading the next line about the rain and having to take a little walk.
That book is sheer brilliance.