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I finsihed the book for our Spanish book club this weekend. It's called Malinche.

This was an excellent exercise for my gray matter, as it's been years since I've read an entire novel in Spanish. At first I sat there with my Spanish/English dictionary in my hands, looking up every word that I didn't know or remember. Then I fell into a kind of rhythm and after understanding a bit more of the story line, I laid my dictionary aside and enjoyed the book. Even if I didn't at first understand the word, I understood the context of where and what it was and then I knew what it was.

I'm not sure that makes sense to you, but it does to me. The book was a good read and I enjoyed it. I found a website this afternoon that talks more about the historical figure of Malinche and it's entitled "La Malinche"--Harlot or Heroine?.


  1. I am jealous. I am just trying to make it through listening/reading the Spanish Book of Mormon in the hopes it will help my confidence so I can start speaking it...

    YOU never cease to amaze me!!!

  2. I like your new avatar.

  3. Becca, you should give it a go! It's a great read and it will stretch your brain.

    Dave, awwww, thanks!

  4. Ahem! Youse in trouble Pamela. :P

  5. LOL!!! I wondered how long it would take you to catch that!! LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL

    The only problems is that you have to come up HERE to smack me! So I'm safe! LOL

  6. hmmm....are you SURE you're safe??? I didn't even have to tell him, which I had been debating about! LOL! good catch, dear! We loves you Pamela!!!


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