For some reason or another, it took me almost a month to read this book. I don't know if it was because I've been busy crafting, or if I'm lazy, or if the book just wasn't as good as I wanted it to be. Who knows. But aside from that: 
 I would suggest this one to mystery readers who loved The Thirteenth Tale. The writing style is eerily similar, and though the story is different, it has the same feel to it. I think this is especially due to the fact that an underlying theme is the love of books. 
 It gives a great sense of place with its description of Barcelona around the time of the Spanish Civil War. (My sense of history being what it is, I did not even know that such a thing existed.) 
 A good summary of the story was actually included as part of the story: "[It's] about accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel 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." 
 Favorite Quotes: 
 I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona trapped beneath ashen skies as dawn poured over Rambla de Santa Monica in a wreath of liquid copper. 
 [A] story is a letter the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise. 
 Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you. 
 Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true. 
 Our world will not die as a result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, of making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that. 
 Disarmed, I realize how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.