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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 Zafón

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“The real owners are the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians, they're an irrelevancy. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They've long since bought and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the statehouses, the city halls. They've got the judges in their back pockets. And they own all the big media companies, so that they control just about all of the news and information you hear. They've got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying, ­lobbying to get what they want. Well, we know what they want; they want more for themselves and less for everybody else.”

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