The People of Paper by Salvador Plascencia

I really loved this book. It isn't for anyone, granted, but I really love this book.

It had been a while since I had read any good fiction (or any fiction at all) and this is just what I needed. A love story, a war story, a book about writing and the life that comes with it. A book from a Latino writer who thinks and writes in English. Very very heavily steeped in the magical-realism of Marquez, of Cien Anos de Soledad. But I liked it. I loved it.

Granted, I just finished it a few minutes ago, but it's like nothing you've ever read. This is what I wanted to feel after seeing The Fountain.

More on that later...