A man who says he is Christopher Columbus is being cared for at an insane asylum in contemporary Spain, and although on the surface he appears to be just another crazy person, there is one nurse at the hospital, Consuela, who actually listens and hears what he has to say. She spends hours of her work days hearing his stories of romance, travel, and mystery, and tries desperately to figure out who he really is inside all these stories. As Columbus gets closer and closer to the truth of who he really is, Consuela finds herself caring deeply for this confused or possibly senile man, even without knowing his truth.
Okay, so I liked Waiting for Columbus. I really did. I was scared, though, because this book has received many, many, many rave reviews from bloggers, and I was highly doubting the book’s ability to live up to such praise. I don’t know that Waiting for Columbus will be my favorite book of the year, but I definitely can see why these lovely ladies have so many good things to say about it.
The problem is, though, that this is the type of book where talking too much about it can ruin the intrigue. It is best left undiscussed, so you can read it for yourself and form your own opinions. I have to be honest when I say that I didn’t LOVE every second of the novel. There were portions throughout when I just wanted to know what was going on, when I just wanted to understand who this Columbus guy was and why in the world he was stuck in the fifteenth century. I also grew impatient with Consuela, as she had so much hope for a situation that, to me, was hopeless. Columbus clearly had some major issues going on, and even though I didn’t know what those issues were, I knew the time wasn’t right for him to be falling in love with his nurse. It just didn’t seem plausible to me.
BUT. There’s a but. The ending made every single little doubt I may have had throughout the novel worth it. It is an ending that will break your heart and make you cry, but make you say “ahhhh” all at the same time. It is a satisfying but deeply emotional way to end this novel, and it is the most absolutely perfect ending I can even imagine for a book such as this.
So, in conclusion (because I can’t think of anything else to say), read Waiting for Columbus. Form your own opinions. And then email me so we can discuss. 🙂