You wake up in the morning and think, "why am I alive?" You contemplate on bed whether or not it is worth getting up. You don't get up. You don't get up at all, even though you know that there are a million reasons to get up. You pull your comforter over your head, hoping that the temporary feeling of warmth might alleviate some of the pain you've constantly been feeling. You want to die. You feel worthless. What's the point? You're a waste of space.
First thing first: I think that Vonnegut is one of the best American authors, and there is nothing that can convince me otherwise. However, in my experience, not everyone gets him. There was a point in my life when I also did not get his writing style. Luckily, over the years, I grew curious about the high school readings I never completed (sorry, Mr. Bevins). One of the first books I decide to reread from high school was Slaughterhouse 5.
As a bookworm, I love reading, it is one of my favorite things to do. However, it has been hard for me to share my love for Latin American literature while growing up in the U.S. The literature curriculums are not diverse enough for students here to learn about the vast richness of Latin American culture, especially now with the wide divestment of education (this is the case in NYC at least). That being said, today I’m going to share my favorite Latin American authors and some of their best work.