La Conquista

This is what I cannot seem to put down today, and believe it or not, it's actually a book I'm assigned... it is finally here, the day when my Spanish-American civ class has finally become interesting, even entertaining. Now that's something to be thankful for.
Maybe it's because I love the way Sara is so assertive, how she just goes after what she wants without hiding, without questioning herself, without being afraid of how things will turn out. In her life, she's quiet but confident, and in her mind, she is a goddess, she is persuasive, she is in control. She doesn't imagine being seduced... she is the seducer. And in love-- she sees Karl as the man he strives to become, she sees him as his dream, in just the way he wishes he could be. Everything about the way she cares for him is just romantic. She is fascinated with his hands, the way he moves them about as he speaks to her, the subtle contours of his fingers and their soft trembling as he pushes the hair out of his eyes.
The money. It was just that she spent it on an autographed first edition of a Jorge Luis Borges, (que especial) and how could he not understand? She didn't mean to spend the money as if to say she didn't want to marry him, she spent it because she saw no other way. A bibliophile to the core, her weakness is self-evident. Cuándo ella vio ese libro, su anillo de boda fue un afterthought.
She cannot follow him wherever his education takes him and still follow her dreams, yet they are never apart in mind or spirit, this is love.
I am looking at the world through rose-colored glasses...
and I am caught
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