On the last day of our holiday I was desperate to find a book to read on the car and plane ride home, so Jonas went through some old ones he found at his mums place in Sweden, and suggested ‘The shadow of the wind‘ by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. I started reading and now, 2 weeks later, I’m only half way through. Not because I’m a slow reader or because the language is in fact quite advanced, filled with metaphores and references, but because I really don’t want it to end. It’s the kind of book that takes you to another world and because it’s so far away from todays rushed lifestyle and social media obsession, it makes me appreciate so many other things, makes me forget all about facebook and trendy celebrities.
It’s simply a good healthy reminder of the importance of history, culture and the beauty of patience, and although I’m no fan of Barcelona as a city, the author creates an attractive picture of the streets and piazzas even though they often appear as dark and dirty. It’s interesting and filled with laughs, horror and love.
This is what you find on the back of the book:
‘Hidden in the heart of the old city of Barcelona is ‘Cemetery of Forgotten Books’, a labyrinthine library of obscure and forgotten titles. To this library, a man brings his 10-year-old son, Daniel, one cold morning in 1945. Daniel is allowed to choose one book and from the dusty shelves pulls ‘The Shadown of the Wind’ by Julian Carax.But as Daniel grows up, several people seem inordinately interested in his find. What begins as a case of literary curiosity turns into a race to find out the truth behind the life and death of Julian Carax and to save those he left behind’