between all the strange relationships that i establish with writers, there is one a little peculiar between cortázar and me.

every time that i have given one of his books to a boy, as a gift, the things didnt work out as i expected.

and i'm absolutely sure that i'm not the reason of that failure, because -as everybody knows- i'm nice and adorable and very smart and even funny.

maybe it is because they dont like cortázar or because they dont understand his writing.

i have started to think that they didnt even read the book that i gave to them.

definitely, it is all cortazar's fault.