First, let me apologize for being so late in posting this review. In addition to the normal stress of Thanksgiving, my mom got married that same weekend, so there wasn’t a ton of time to finish this book or write a review. Trust me, it won’t happen again!
When I read that The Shadow of the Wind was “Gabriel García Márquez meets Umberto Eco meets Jorge Luis Borges” I set my expectations pretty high, but I was not disappointed. The self-reflexive convolutions of Borges merge with García Márquez’s eroticism and colorful personages to produce a mystery novel akin to The Name of the Rose.
I have a confession to make. When it comes to mysteries, I’m a page-turning machine. I’m a speed-reader. A skimmer, even. I know. Horrible habit. A habit that was only encouraged by the intricate subplots and interwoven narratives of Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s The Shadow of the Wind.
