Books: The Shadow of the Wind
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón.
This book has been on my reading list for a year now. Although I did try to read it this last summer, well, I was just too distracted. But (thankfully?) due to a recent ankle sprain, I was stuck to my couch for the last few days and happily finished the book. Finally.
Oh, Dios mío! ¡Me encanta! In english: I was thoroughly entertained.
There was drama, illicit love affairs, secret labyrinths, stable boy falling in love with the boss’s daughter (well, not quite like that, but pretty close), apparitions of Victor Hugo’s fountain pen, Franco’s war and the romantic city of Barcelona.
Yup. A scandalous soap opera that is so tastefully done. Right up my alley.
“…a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside…”
So thoughtful, so true and so wise.
What I am currently carrying inside of me as I was reading : 1) Javier Bardem (as I was casting the movie version of this novel in my head), 2 ) and of course my love affair with books (big, thick, inconvenient and still printed in paper).
This would be the perfect Christmas gift for that person in your life who loves books and has an aversion to the prospect of electronic downloads.
Happy Reading! xx