Today is the birthday of quite possibly the greatest novelist of my lifetime, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, born in 1927. If you have not read One Hundred Years of Solitude, you simply must. And if you need further reason, here’s the opening line: “Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.” Who can resist that? Of course, he also wrote many other wonderful novels and stories, but if you’re only reading one, this is it. 100 Years