Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I've never read anything by the celebrated Marquez (author of One Hundred Years of Solitude, for example), so I thought I would pick up this novella and have a read.

Mostly, I just reaffirmed that I don't "get" some literature, or that I'm shallow.

Either way, I didn't really enjoy reading this novel, though Marquez's writing is compelling enough. I figured with an opening line like this, it would be interesting:

"The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin."

Mostly, though, it was just sorta weird and squicky. Not for me...