Book Review: The Angel’s Game (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books #2) by Carloa Ruiz Zafón, translated by Lucia Graves (Four Stars)
“Never underestimate a writer’s vanity, especially that of a mediocre writer,” I would reply.
“I don’t like to hear you talking like that about Pedro.” “I’m sorry. Neither do I.”
Follows protagonist David Martin on a journey of discovery which, once began, he both impelled and repelled from completing. The reader will identify.
Even the worst news is a relief when all it does is confirm what you already knew without wanting to know.
Zafón deftly create character and scene by meticulous description, pulling the reader deeper into the horror Martin experiences. That things are not as they seem is a given, but David’s attempts to find meaning in his own life is heart-breaking.
“We think we understand a song’s lyrics, but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music.”
Folks should read, but probably not review books of genre they dislike. I dislike thrillers. This is a thriller. This is a very good thriller. Still, I feel the need of a bath.
So many people in these streets have blood on their souls that they no longer dare to remember, and when they do they lie to themselves because they cannot look at their own reflection in the mirror.
Influx 
As a Matter of Fancy 