It’s been almost two months since I finished reading The Shadow of the Wind, and almost two months since I started reading Shalimar the Clown (by Salman Rushdie). I’ve now finished reading Shalimar but I’m not quite sure how I feel about the novel.

I think I knew, when I finished reading Shadow, that any book that immediately followed it would be at a disadvantage, but something had to be next in line, and it just so happened that a colleague of mine had lent me her copy of Shalimar the Clown. If we’re being completely honest here (which I always try to be), she wasn’t so much “lending” as she was “challenging me to read this book that she gave up on after about three pages”. But by this I mean that she gave it to me in the belief that I would conquer it, rather than doubting that I could do any better.

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I finished reading The Shadow of the Wind last night, and I’ve been thinking all day (between doing normal things, of course) about how I need to write a post about it, and wondering what on earth I’m going to actually write… I’ve already mentioned in a previous post that it’s magnificently written, but, now that I’ve finished the novel in its entirety, I feel like it deserves something more elaborate.

I found my copy of Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s masterpiece at a Lifeline Bookfest at the start of this year. It’s in pretty good condition, and I was amazed that anyone could just give it away (even if it is for charity). Now that I’ve actually read it for myself, I’m even more amazed that the previous owner gave it away. I have every intention of keeping this one forever (although I am open to lending it out to friends).  Continue reading

forget me not

These last two weeks, I’ve been reading The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón. I feel like people have been recommending Shadow to me for so long, it’s really about time I got around to it. But I’m only about 200 pages in, so no spoilers please.

Anyway, anyone who has read it, or knows anything about the work of Ruiz Zafón will know that Shadow is magnificently written, and full of beautifully poetic prose. If I spent all day trying to mark or note down every line I liked, it would take me forever to finish reading it. Since I haven’t been writing down notable quotes, I actually feel like I’m really powering through this. I mean, considering how slowly I usually read, this feels almost too fast; but it’s just such a page-turner, and maybe I’ve just been in more of a reading mindset lately (?)

All of that aside, there is one quote that I wanted to share:

“He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.”
– Nuria Monfort, speaking of Julián Carax (Chapter 20)

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