The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #1)

by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Page after page I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page.

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn’t have to understand something to feel it.

“Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not for the merits of who receives them,”