"En La mala hora, Gabriel García Máquez construye una inolvidable fábula sobre la violencia colectiva. Al pueblo ha llegado la mala hora de los campesinos, la hora de la desgracia. La comarca ha sido "pacificada" después de una guerra civil. Han ganado los conservadores, que se dedican a perseguir cruel y pertinazmente a sus adversarios liberales. Al alba de una mañana, mientras el padre Ángel se dispone a celebrar la misa, suena un disparo...

In his fifties, Michael Gates Gill had it all: a big house, a loving family, and a six-figure salary. By sixty, he had lost everything: downsized at work, divorced at home, and diagnosed with a slow-growing brain tumor, Gill had no money, no insurance, and no prospects. He took a job at Starbucks, and for the first time in his life, he was a minority--the only older white guy working with a team of young African-Americans. He was forced to acknowledge...

Milo parece ser un gato muy malo. Sin embargo las apariencias engañan.