A month later, I'm still blubbering over Shadow of the Wind. That's how amazing it is. It grabs hold of you and doesn't let go. It demands your thoughts in exchange of nothing. That's right, it gives you nothing in return, except sleepless nights, shock and a sense that few other books will ever hold a candle to this one. Carlos Ruiz Zafon writes an amazing piece of literature in Shadow of the Wind and the English translation is nothing short of brilliant (although admittedly, I don't speak Spanish, so I can't really compare). It was flawless and beautiful and all of the adjectives in the world cannot describe how I felt about it. I'm years late to this party, but if you haven't jumped on this bandwagon yet, hop aboard. It is simply one of the best books I've ever read.