I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I read 435 words per minute with an 85% comprehension rate. This trait served me well in college when I needed to write a paper and left the research until the last minute. I could devour books and other research material in rapid time and leave myself plenty of time to write.
While reading Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, this trait was a detriment. I wanted to savior every word, every description, every page turn. I found myself both trying to find out what happens next and wanting to slow my reading to enjoy the journey.
Shadow of the Wind is rich with descriptions of Barcelona, Spain that you can almost taste the air as you turn the pages. Every step you take with Daniel, the narrator of this lush adventure, you feel as if you’re truly there, seeing what he sees. The story starts in 1945 with Daniel and his father visiting the Cemetery of Forgotten Books. Inside the great library, Daniel adopts The Shadow of the Wind by Julian Carax. The book so touches his sole that he goes in search of the author. What he finds takes him on a journey of love, loss, life and death. Each turn of the page takes you one small step closer to solving the mystery and just when you think you have it all figured out, Zafon throws in a curve you didn’t see coming.
When I finished reading Shadow of the Wind, I set out to purchase another Zafon book. The author’s talent seems to have no bounds. I highly recommend Shadow of the Wind.
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