When he was thirteen, Gabriel García Márquez walked up to
the prettiest girl on the dance floor and said, “I just realized all my poems
are about you. Marry me.” Most girls would have laughed and walked away, but Mercedes
said, “Alright. But I have to finish school first.” They married thirteen years
later. Gabriel’s dream was to write an epic novel. He shut himself in a room
and wrote while Mercedes dealt with the real world. After 18 months, Gabriel’s enormous
manuscript was ready to ship to a publisher. The only problem: there was no
money for postage. Mercedes pawned the last two things she owned – a hairdryer
and a blender – and the rest is history. That manuscript became One Hundred
Years of Solitude; one of the most influential novels of the 20th century. After
it came Love in the Time of Cholera, and Chronicle of a Death
Foretold. And a Nobel Prize for Literature.

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