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“Well, this is a story about books." About books?" About accursed books, about a man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of anovel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind." You talk like the jacket blurb of a Victorian novel, Daniel." That's probably because I work in a bookshop and I've seen too many. But this is a true story.”

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The Shadow Of The Wind

In this enthralling tale, a young orphan named Daniel is captivated by a mysterious library and its enigmatic owner, a blind man known only as the Shadow of the Wind. As Daniel grows up, he becomes increasingly fascinated by the library's collection of forbidden books, each one seemingly tied to a tragic fate. His quest to uncover the truth about these books and the shadowy figure who owns them leads him on a perilous journey through the tumultuous landscape of post-Civil War Spain, filled with intrigue, romance, and danger. more

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Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, born on September 25, 1964, is a renowned Spanish novelist known for his unique literary style and profound depiction of Barcelona. more

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