As soon as The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón came out last year, I put it quite high on my reading list. A book about books, Spain and with gothic overtones sounded too good to pass up but being that I already had quite a few others that I was anxious to read, this one had to wait its turn.
I’m only on chapter eight but the story is captivating. There’s a reverence for books that I wish more people had, there are descriptions of beautiful Barcelona a place I love, and then there are the chilling sentences describing a stranger standing outside a bedroom window.
I won’t go too much into detail yet, and of course don’t want to give anything away, but this book is making me wonder why did I wait so long to read it?
Times like these I wish I read really, really fast and could keep up with all the books being published that I want to read. It’s sad to think this is an impossible dream. But wouldn’t that be great?
Oh and then the 2005 Impac Award shortlist is announced and have I read any of those books? No, not a single one. How will I ever keep up?