Well, yesterday my challenge began. I have a hefty stock of unread books so I decided to start with The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón. I remember buying it from the university book shop nearly eight years ago. I have read the first few pages at least twice but for some reason didn’t get any further. This doesn’t put me off. In fact I often do this. I read the first few chapters of Captain Corelli’s Mandolin at least three times before I really got into it and it stayed a favourite for a long time.
As far as things go I didn’t really get off to best start. I managed to snatch a dozen pages or so through the afternoon which I thought would be a bonus, but I overestimated how many pages I would read before I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer: I got to page forty. It was enough, though, to give me strange dreams of shadowy cobbled streets and when I got up in the night to feed my baby I began thinking again about the book. Who is the man in the street, smoking a cigarette and staring up at Daniel? I am hooked.