I love Nobel Prize-winning Gabriel García Márquez’s Love In The Time of Cholera, the story that starkly shows the imperfections of love, the reality of life and the abiding, lifelong love of two men for one woman.


Being brought up as an Englishwoman, I fall into the unconscious habit of asking people about the weather, commiserating automatically when they inform me about snow or rain. Sunshine is king, it seems, a belief bred into my psyche.

But in my middle years, I began to cherish the rainy season. Just to snuggle up and watch the rain fall outside our window. If we are lucky, we would see streaks of lightning flashing across the stormy skies, a tear in the fabric of the universe.

And so I picked up the book and began reading to him: “It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love…….”

He watched me with a half-smile playing on his lips, all his demons quietened, his heart beating steadily, strongly, until those eyes grew heavy and shuttered, the half-smile still on his lips.

To do: find a beautiful book and read to someone when it is raining outside ❤


Love in Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez

The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

Perfume by Patrick Suskind

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

Republic of Love by Nizar Qabbani  translated by Nayef al-Kalali