Saturday 5 September 2020

The Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafón


I'm not sure what else needs to be said about this book. But I will add my two cents, for what its worth.
This is a book about books, and the sense of love the author has for the written word pours out of every page. The elegance of prose, the ease with which descriptions are drawn, and characters are created is beyond wonderful. The city of Barcelona is so alive, and my heart yearns to visit it again, to retrace Daniel and Julián's journey through the Calles and Avenidas of Catalonia's capital.
At once a mystery novel in the classic gothic sense, and a comedy, and a tragedy, and a story simply about people, and their relationships.
The way the story reflects itself in the stories of Daniel and Bea, and Julián and Penelope is so clever and heartbreaking, and ultimately fulfilling. The contrasting personalities of Fermín and Fumero are reflections of each other, bound to Daniel and Julián respectively, like angels and demons on their shoulders, advising and stalking throughout with a real purpose. Not a single character is unnecessary, nor a single event or incident included without purpose.
Quite simply, my favourite book, and the best I have ever read. Onto the rest of the series.

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