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Barcelona 1945—just after the war a great world city lies in shadow nursing its wounds and a boy named Daniel awakes on his eleventh birthday to find that he can no longer remember his mother’s face To console his only child Daniel’s widowed father an antiquarian book dealer initiates him into the secret of the Cemetery of Forgotten Books a library tended by Barcelona’s guild of rare book dealers as a repository for books forgotten by the world waiting for someone who will care about them again Daniel’s father coaxes him to choose a volume from the spiraling labyrinth of shelves one that it is said will have a special meaning for him And Daniel so loves the novel he selects The Shadow of the Wind by one Julian Carax that he sets out to find the rest of Carax’s work To his shock he discovers that someone has been systematically destroying every copy of every book this author has written In fact he may have the last one in existence Before Daniel knows it his seemingly innocent quest has opened a door into one of Barcelona’s darkest secrets an epic story of murder magic madness and doomed love And before long he realizes that if he doesn’t find out the truth about Julian Carax he and those closest to him will suffer horriblyAs with all astounding novels The Shadow of the Wind sends the mind groping for comparisons —The Crimson Petal and the White? The novels of Arturo Pérez Reverte? Of Victor Hugo? Love in the Time of Cholera?—but in the end as with all astounding novels no comparison can suffice As one leading Spanish reviewer wrote “The originality of Ruiz Zafón’s voice is bombproof and displays a diabolical talent The Shadow of the Wind announces a phenomenon in Spanish literature” An uncannily absorbing historical mystery a heart piercing romance and a moving homage to the mystical power of books The Shadow of the Wind is a triumph of the storyteller’s artfront flap

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    I read the opening few pages and instantly knew 3 things1 I was going to love this book2 I needed a whole pad of post its to mark quotes3 I wanted to read this in Spanish for the rich poetry the language would addA young boy Daniel is taken by his father to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books and told to salvage a book which he must take stewardship over He choses a novel—or maybe it chose him—that touches him stirs his desire for literature and forever entangles him with the fate of the book and its author The strange author died in poverty but now someone is seeking out all remaining copies of his unsuccessful novels to burn Daniel embarks on a mission to solve the mystery of the author's story being watched by a revengeful cop and the book burner himself As the story twists and slowly unravels he doesn't know whose account to trust or how it will affect his lifeWrapped up in the mystery is a message of death do we live a full life or wander through it numb? The Shadow of the Wind is an allegory for death in a fictitious novel by the same title Shadow is a perfect symbol for death evoking images of how death can be metaphorical instead of literal—living shadows of lives chasing shadows of dreams being shadows of others letting memories shadow life Every character had shadows which could engulf them or they could overcome In this sense death becomes a fate we chose ourselves For death is not always the worst thing that can happen words are not always the worst prison Every time the word shadow was used I considered its illusion of death It was with much thought that the word was scattered throughout the book SpoilersJust as the fictitious novel was an echo of the book and Julian's life I loved watching Daniel's life parallel Julian's Both grew up poor without an ideal family life fell in love with a rich girl who was the adoration of her father and whose brother was a best friend evoked murderous anger from her father after impregnating her and when they have a brush with death extremes of hate and love anchored their fight to survive As Julian's story unfolds Daniel unwittingly finds himself in the exact same point of their duel destinyOnce Daniel is aware of the correlation the comparison stops Is it because Daniel consciously chooses to chance his path or has fate dealt him a better hand? Julian wrote There are no coincidences We are the puppets of our subconscious desires But while the message is clear that we chose our own fate it seems there was no fate but failure for Julian The sad thing is I believed Julian's love for Penelope as it grew in obsession than Daniel's love for Beatriz which seemed a happy chance of lustThemes of devils and angels are prevalent as characters save and ruin each others' lives Clara is a physical angel who is blind while Fumero an emotional devil blinded by hate While women tended to be described as angel and men devil most characters held both in different shades Take Julian the angel child bringing life love novels who turned into the devil Lain Coubert bringing death destruction fear But the characters pick whether to accept the destiny allotted them Fermin was living death in the shadows of the street who had to get over his demons to find life worth living The shadows for Nuria Julian Fortuny even Fumero didn't have to give them a reason to quit living They chose shadowsThe book reminded me of The 13th Tale thematically linguistically and in delivery although I loved this book so much The way the mystery unfolds finding tidbits from different perspectives enhanced the mystery and aided the depth of characterization When I can see the vicious wife beater deceived husband and regretful father all in Antonio Fortuny I get a well rounded sense of his motives I enjoyed how the characters played different roles for each otherI love Barcelona as the setting If you've been to the artistically enchanting city you know it's the perfect backdrop to this eloquently enchanting tale with a gothic feel The Spanish have a way of making all things metaphorically beautiful The vivid romantic passages had me smiling and at times laughing out loud I highly enjoyed the writing and it wasn't until two thirds of the way into the book that the story finally stole my complete attention Julian was my initial guess and while the story kept me questioning it was the best solution and I was happy with the conclusionBut no novel is perfect my issues are these1 The readymade quotes are extreme Zafon salvages this by calling himself out on the commentary He sets the comments up in dialogue and then uses another character to mock the snippets2 Perspective particularly in Nuria's letter is off How could she know what Miquel looked at when dying? The chapters of her letters change from direct commentary to Daniel to third party narrative Elsewhere in the novel Daniel summarizes conversations in italics but I wondered from whence the interruption of her narrative with Fumero's story came3 I always hope historical fiction will showcase a accurate moral setting but it rarely happens While I believed the sex about Zafon's characters done in secret and with fathers chasing down the culprits how could they find out they were pregnant the next day? I was also disappointed that all marriages were displayed as wrong and wives disregarded Oh well I guess it added to the Spanish flavor of the book4 American authors tend to impose unrealistic happy endings while Europeans favor poignant sad ones At one point it seemed bad things happened to Julian for nothing else than this love of tragedies It seemed Zafon was going to ruin the characters lives to make a point But he makes his point with Julian and leaves Daniel to gives us a satisfied ending A story about the living dead cannot be all bliss but we still find redemption as the characters step out of the shadows and live their lives QuotesFew things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heartI believed with the innocence of those who can still count their age on their fingers that if I closed my eyes and spoke to her she would be able to hear me wherever I was A secret's worth depends on the people form whom it must be keptWomen have an infallible instinct for knowing when a man has fallen madly in love with them especially when the male in question is both a complete dunce and a minorDeath was like a nameless and incomprehensible handlike a hellish lottery ticket But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatredThe eternal stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the mostParis is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art Arrogant as only idiots can beI felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memoryPresents are made for the pleasure of who gives them not for the merits of who receives themTelevisionis the Antichristour world will not die as a result of the bombit will die of laughter of banality of making a joke of everythingI realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as suchPeople talk too much Humans aren't descended from monkeys They come for parrotsGod in His infinite wisdom and perhaps overwhelmed by the avalanche of requests from so many tormented souls did not answerSilencing their hearts and their souls to the point wherethey forgot the words with which to express their real feelingsPeople are evil Not evil moronic which isn't quite the same thing Evil presupposes a moral decisionThe words with which a child's heart is poisoned through malice or through ignorance remain branded in his memory and sooner or later they burn his soulMarriage and family are only what we make of themSometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives upDestiny is usually just around the corner But what destiny does not do home visits You have to go for itJust an innocent boy who thought he had conquered the world in an hour but didn't yet realize that he could lose it again in an instantKeep your dreams You never know when you might need themFools talk cowards are silent wise men listenWaiting is the rust of the soulSometimes we think people are like lottery tickets that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come trueWhile you're working you don't have to look life in the eyeMost of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our livs fall apart so slowly we barely noticeTime goes faster the hollow it isI learned to confuse routine with normalityThe world war which had polluted the entire globe with a stench of corpses that would never go awayThe clear unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense A story is a letter the author writes to himself to tell himself things he would be unable to discover otherwiseThe art of reading is slowly dying that it's an intimate ritual that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we carry inside us that when we read we do it with all our heart and mind and great readers are becoming scarce by the dayspeaking of television The novel is dead and buriedthere'll be no need for books or churches or anything