Barcelona, 1945: A city slowly heals in the aftermath of the Spanish Civil War, and Daniel, an antiquarian book dealer’s son who mourns the loss of his mother, finds solace in a mysterious book entitled The Shadow of the Wind, by one Julián Carax. But when he sets out to find the author’s other works, he makes a shocking discovery: someone has been systematically destroying every copy of every book Carax has written. In fact, Daniel may have the last of Carax’s books in existence. Soon Daniel’s seemingly innocent quest opens a door into one of Barcelona’s darkest secrets–an epic story of murder, madness, and doomed love.
I was up late finally finishing this wonderful novel last night, and it had me in tears. I cannot begin to explain how beautiful this novel is. One of my rambling reviews could never even hint at the wonder that this novel created in me, so this will only be a brief review.
The Shadow of the Wind is one of those novels that is just the definition of how a novel should be. Overflowing with human emotion, mystery and literature, it is to be one of the best novels I’ve ever read. The writing is beautiful and the story is so intricate and enthralling. I fell right into Daniel’s world as he sought after the mystery that is Julian Carax. The way that Daniel and Julian’s stories entwined was breathtaking and so similar to the point that it became one story. The characters are colourful, rich, hilarious (Fermin is the comic relief of this tale) and so real. This is a novel about human pain and loneliness. The love stories at its core are heart wrenching. It’s erotic, brave and harrowing. It depicts the deepest feelings of humans, the deepest desires, the broken souls. The horrors behind every corner.
The Shadow of the Wind also emphasises the importance of books. There are so many amazing quotes about books in this book. This is one of my favourites:
“Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”
The Shadow of the Wind dug deep into my heart and it will stay there forever.