Pedro Páramo - Juan Rulfo I've read some works on the 'Magic realism' genre and I can't get into them. It's so... disjointed and unreasonable, I guess.

I read this book some years back and I remember mildly enjoying it; this second time I was much more critical about what I was reading and didn't find it as eerie as I did in the past. Maybe I've grown to be a real control freak when it comes to narrative.

The feeling I got from this story and all the characters' tales was sadness. It seemed like bad endings were the only game in town, most of them brought upon them by themselves, which made them restless spirits that kept reliving their sins long after their demises. Huh. It was sort of like Silent Hill in a way. Interesting thought.

Not my particular cup of tea but okay enough.