[Reader-list] Name May Suggest the Opposite, But Lovesick by Angeles Mastretta is Not Your Usual Love Story

[Kabir Khan]

Name May Suggest the Opposite, But Lovesick by Angeles Mastretta is Not
Your Usual Love Story <https://maleccha.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/lovesick/>

*Lovesick *by Mexican author Angeles Mastretta is not your usual love
story. The name may sound like *P.S. I love you*, but the narrative isn’t.
In the beginning of the reflection on the novel, I must also state that,
the novel is not one of those Nicholas Sparks’ love stories where there are
too many teary events and by the end, you’re left with the feeling of
affable melancholy.

The novel is about Emilia Sauri and change of guards in Mexico. Emilia,
daughter of Diego and Josefa is an unusual daughter of her unusual parents.
Diego’s life ‘*was as peaceful and pleasant as an endless Sunday. Monday
lay forever on the far side of the ocean.’* To accompany him in the journey
of life, Diego found Josefa in the city of Puebla, Mexico. ‘*Conversation
between them* (Diego & Josefa) *never died. Sometimes they talked till
midnight, as they had just only met and other nights the dawn waked them
with the compelling need to tell each other their latest dream.’ *He was in
love with Josefa. He settled down, established a pharmacy in Josefa’s city.
Emilia was born and blessed in the later part of 19th century. Her father
looked at her as if she was the dawn of 20th century, nothing less than the
incarnation of modernity in the new age.

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<https://maleccha.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/wp_20150913_20_02_04_pro.jpg>At
the time of her birth, Josefa’s sister and her maternal aunt- Milagros
touched her head and said the strangest blessing you may have ever
heard, ‘*Child
for you I wish the madness, valor, yearning, impatience. May you have the
good fortune of love and the delirium of solitude. A taste for comets,
water, and men. Intelligence and wit. Curious eyes, a nose that remembers,
a mouth that smiles and curses with godly precision, legs that never grow
old, tears that restore wholeness, For you I wish the sense of time of the
stars, the temperament of the ants, and the doubts of the temples. And may
you have faith in auguries, the voices of the dead, the lips of the
adventurous, the peace of men who forgot their destinies, the strength of
your memories and of the future as a promise that holds all you have yet to
experience. Amen.’* The blessing of the aunt became her destiny. Continued
here... <https://maleccha.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/lovesick/>

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