Pedro Páramo

When you finish this you feel like you need to restart it again. This time paying closer attention, trying to pick apart the strands of voices you are encountering. While the novel starts in a linear fashion it quickly dissolves into a feverish dream, a collection of whispers of different POV, mixing the past and the present. Sometimes becomes clear and focused, sometimes leaving you in the dark. Telling stories of love and death and cruelty, in a simple and beautiful prose. I might need to let this sink in a bit more.