The Shadow of the Wind

A random recommendation from a random girl--
Provided by a 20 year old book addict.

Throughout the last 3 years of college I have heard numerous classmates create homage to the idea that alcoholism is not a problem until after college. But for me, alcoholism won't ever be a problem. I don't plan on getting addicted to alcohol-- because I am, and always will be, addicted to books. I don't read for class, I never have. I don't do homework or study for tests. Rarely have I been seen doing either of those activities. It is with a random book in my hand every few days that people recognize me.

No one has time to start a book club with me while at school-- so I get my book recommendations from a 70 year old receptionist in the housing office. As I've learned from this blog, age is not a barrier when it comes to a common love of books. In the words of the late, great Aaliyah-- age ain't nothing but a number, baby.


The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon was a book offered to me not by my receptionist friend but by another book addict. Although I was originally taken back by its length I was immediately mesmerized by its content..
Few books have ever captivated my attention quite as fast and fully as The Shadow of the Wind. It was all I could think, dream, or talk about.
The story of a bookseller's son, The Shadow of the Wind follows the main character on a journey to unravel the mystery of the author Julian Carax and the obliteration of Carax's books. As the story unfolds it becomes clear that Carax's life is no clear tale but one of deception, heartbreak, and backstabbing lies.

By far one of the best reads this addict has read in a long time (maybe since A Wrinkle in Time in 6th grade), I jump at the opportunity to have it be the first book I recommend to the devoted babes of this blog.


Awaiting my next dose,
Nicole