" دائما يتردد حول القراء سؤال " إن وجدت نفسك وحيدا في جزيرة منعزلة , ما الرواية الذى تفضل ان تكون معك
وجدت اجابتى اخيرا فى- ظل الريح

سيمفونية فى حب الكتب رؤاها زافون ف امتعنا و ادمعنا
بعد الروايات تلجمك ف ترى نفسك لا تستطيع اخراج كلمات فى مراجعة لتوفيها حقها , لغة سردية رائعة بليغة مع حكاية خيالية بها كل معانى الحياة

رواية بطلها الكتاب و شخصياتنا كلها تتمحور حول الكتب
عن دانيال الذى يصطحبه والده الى مكان غامض يسمى " مقبرة الكتب المنسية "ليختار رفيقة الجديد و يحافظ عليه و يحفظ سره لياخذة الكتاب ف رحلة عبر الزمن ليبحث عن كاتب الرواية بسبب حياته و مماته الغامضة فى ظل وجود رجل يطارده ليحرق كل روايات الكاتب و محقق ينبش فى الماضى و صداقة من نوع غريب ولدت فى ظل الاحداث و حب يولد من رحم الصدفة فى قلب محطم , رحلة تمتد الى 40 عام من الحرب العالمية الثانية و الديكتاتورية الى ما بعد الحرب الاهلية .

" لن يفنى العالم بسبب قنبلة نووية كما تقول الصحف , بل بسبب الابتذال و الافراط فى التفاهة التى ستحول الواقع الى نكتة سخيفة "

غموض و اثارة الممزوج بالعمق و المفاجأت
تمنيت ان اكون ب فضول دانيال و فلسفة فيرمين و حنان والد دانيال و وفاء ميغيل و قلب كاراكس و امل نوريا و شجاعة بيا و اكيد لا اتمنى اى شى من فورمير:D .

" من السهل ان نحكم على الاخرين و لكننا نندم على احكامنا عندما نفقدهم او حين يسرقهم احد منا . اجل لاننا نشعر انهم ملك لنا ... "

شخصيات رسمت بعناية فائقة يجسد كل منها صفة فى اعتقادى تجعلك تقع فى حبهم جميعآ :
فاذا كنت تبحث الحب بين الاب و ابنه ف عليك ب ظل الريح
اذا كنت تبحث عن أسمى معانى الحب ف عليك ب ظل الريح
اذا كنت تبحث عن أسمى معانى الشجاعة ف عليك ب ظل الريح
اذا كنت تبحث عن أسمى معانى التضحية ف عليك ب ظل الريح
اذا كنت تبحث عن أسمى معانى الوفاء ف عليك ب ظل الريح
اذا كنت تبحث عن الصداقة الحقيقة ف عليك ب ظل الريح
و اخيرآ
رواية تجعلك تقع فى عشق الكتب اكثر و اكثر

" كل كتاب، كل مجلد تراه هنا، له روح. روح الشخص الذي كتبه، وأولئك الذين يقرؤونه، يعيشونه ويحلمون به. في كل مرة الكتاب يتنقل من يد لآخري، ويقع نظر احدهم علي صفحاته، فإن روح الكتاب تنمو"

من حسن حظى ان الرواية لم تجسد بعد على شاشات السينما و ان كنت اتمنى ان تكون مسلسل افضل حتى لا يقتطع منها الكثير لذلك سوف اقوم ب " كاست" تخيلى لها :

حسناً ...
لقد انتهت الرواية ..
كان من الممكن أن أظل معها لـ 500 صفحة أخري ولا أبالي .. وها قد انتهت .. !
إلا أنني واثقة من عدم قدرتي علي كتابة الريفيو . . ولا أظنني سأنجح مهما حاولت ..
فالرحلة مع الرواية طويلة .. والاقتباسات كثيرة .. والافكار مُرهقة للغاية



هي رواية تأخذك بعيداً للغاية .. بعيداً إلي الدرجة التي ربما لا تسمع فيها أحداً بجانبك وأنت تقرأها ..
فهي معك وأنت معهم في عالمهم بعيدا عما تراه في شارعك أو عالمك ..
هناك في مقبرة الكتب المنسية عالم أخر .. أحداث وأحداث غريبة ألتحم فيها الماضي بالحاضر .. وأخذتك معها إلي المستقبل ..
إلي شوارع وأزقة وكتب تُحرق ومذكرات تُروي وجرائم تحدث وقلوب تنبض ..
ولكن ..
كيف يمكن لكتاب منسي بسيط لكاتب مجهول أن يُحدث كل هذه الأحداث ؟
وإلي أي حد يمكن لإعجابي بكاتب ما أن يُقحمني في كل هذه المشاكل .. ؟؟
وهل من حقي أن أنبش الماضي هكذا وأفتح سرداب اغلقه الزمن منذ سنين ؟
لا أدري ...
ولا أدري من أين جاءت للكاتب هذه الفكرة الغريبة ..
كل ما أتمناه أن أجد باقي الأجزاء من هذه السلسلة العجيبة لـ كارلوس زافون ..

فلقد ظننت أن ( كافكا علي الشاطئ ) و ( المكتبة الغريبة ) و( في بلاد الأشياء الأخيرة ) من أغرب الروايات التي قراتها حتي الأن ..
ولكن ها قد انضمت إليهم ( ظل الريح / مقبرة الكتب المنسية ) وتزيد عليهم في الحبكة الواقعية إلي حد ما .. !



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ملحوظة ... علي الرغم من تقييمي للرواية بـ 5 نجمات .. كفكرة ومجهود وأحداث ..
إلا أن هذا لا يمنع من وجود كثير من التشبيهات أو العبارات التي لم أتقبلها في الرواية .. ولا أدري ما كان الداعي إليها ..
كنت أتمني ألا تكون علي موجودة علي مدار الصفحات بهذا الشكل ..
لكن دون ذلك الرواية رائعة
..

Ruiz Zafon writes and constructs his novel like an older man of literature; he knows all the tricks and codes. He read the classics of the 19th century, the serial stories mixed with gothic fantasy, the detective novels. He knows the Francoist past of his country and the geography of Barcelona; he makes us with this baggage, an initiatory story (of a teenager?). Add a sympathetic, earthy, and funny character (Fermin), others quite terrifying, a nod to Borges' Library of Babel, and voila for a bestseller. As a reader, I see them well, these strings and even these big strings, so it lacks a bit of that magic that makes excellent books, and then there are a few lengths towards the end, yet I admit it, I enjoyed reading this novel of more than 500 pages (anyway!). So here it is, 3.5 * (although I still haven't figured out what a half * is). Come on.

One of the best books I read in these last years. Beautifully written, you can smell the books from the pages, fascinating intriguing story, you just don't know how to predict the ending.

After reading The Shadow of the Wind, I was left with somewhat mixed feelings. On the one hand, this is such a beautifully written book, and is in essence an ode to literature. On the other hand, there are some serious flaws which distracts from the whole experience.

The best thing about the book, in my opinion, is Zafon's skill in artistic writing. It reminds me of why I love to read in the first place, and makes me wish I could write as beautiful as this. The book contains lots of memorable quotes as well, definitely a good thing as far as I'm concerned.

So after about 50 pages in, I was ready to love this book as I seldom loved another book before. But as the story progressed, that resolution started to diminish slowly but surely. Ironically, one the more obvious flaws is Zafon's overuse of stylistic writing. It seems like everyone acts or talks in a very elaborate manner, even in the simplest of situations, and this can really become tiresome after a while.

The plot also isn't as ingenious as the hype would make you believe. Zafon does a good job creating a sense of mystery early on, and there are obvious parallels between the main character Daniel Sempere, and Julian Carax, the writer whose past he is trying to uncover. But ultimately, the stories of Daniel and Julian are seperate ones, and they just happen to interconnect with one another more by chance than by design.

By far the most troublesome flaw is the way the mysteries are "resolved". All too often, answers are given by having some side character or another tell his or her story for pages. Nowhere is this more evident than at the end of the book, where literally every single detail is revealed in the form of a (very) long letter, even details which the writer of the letter never could have known, since she wasn't even involved in those events. It's as if Zafon did not have a clue or the motivation to write a logical conclusion, and decided to just dump all the information in one place.

With a bit more attention to actual plot and character development, this could have been one of my favourite books. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed reading the Shadow of the Wind. It's just a shame that it falls some way short of its potential.

I read the opening few pages and instantly knew 3 things:
1. I was going to love this book.
2. I needed a whole pad of post-its to mark quotes.
3. I wanted to read this in Spanish for the rich poetry the language would add.

A young boy Daniel is taken by his father to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books and told to salvage a book which he must take stewardship over. He choses a novel—or maybe it chose him—that touches him, stirs his desire for literature, and forever entangles him with the fate of the book and its author. The strange author died in poverty but now someone is seeking out all remaining copies of his unsuccessful novels to burn. Daniel embarks on a mission to solve the mystery of the author's story being watched by a revengeful cop and the book burner himself. As the story twists and slowly unravels he doesn't know whose account to trust or how it will affect his life.

Wrapped up in the mystery is a message of death: do we live a full life or wander through it numb? The Shadow of the Wind is an allegory for death in a fictitious novel by the same title. Shadow is a perfect symbol for death evoking images of how death can be metaphorical instead of literal—living shadows of lives, chasing shadows of dreams, being shadows of others, letting memories shadow life. Every character had shadows which could engulf them or they could overcome. In this sense death becomes a fate we chose ourselves. For death is not always the worst thing that can happen ("words are not always the worst prison"). Every time the word shadow was used I considered its illusion of death. It was with much thought that the word was scattered throughout the book.

Spoilers
Just as the fictitious novel was an echo of the book and Julian's life, I loved watching Daniel's life parallel Julian's. Both grew up poor without an ideal family life, fell in love with a rich girl who was the adoration of her father and whose brother was a best friend, evoked murderous anger from her father after impregnating her, and when they have a brush with death, extremes of hate and love anchored their fight to survive. As Julian's story unfolds, Daniel unwittingly finds himself in the exact same point of their duel destiny.

Once Daniel is aware of the correlation, the comparison stops. Is it because Daniel consciously chooses to chance his path or has fate dealt him a better hand? Julian wrote "There are no coincidences. We are the puppets of our subconscious desires." But while the message is clear that we chose our own fate, it seems there was no fate but failure for Julian. The sad thing is I believed Julian's love for Penelope as it grew in obsession more than Daniel's love for Beatriz which seemed a happy chance of lust.

Themes of devils and angels are prevalent as characters save and ruin each others' lives. Clara is a physical angel who is blind while Fumero an emotional devil blinded by hate. While women tended to be described as angel and men devil, most characters held both in different shades. Take Julian the angel child bringing life (love, novels) who turned into the devil Lain Coubert bringing death (destruction, fear). But the characters pick whether to accept the destiny allotted them. Fermin was living death in the shadows of the street who had to get over his demons to find life worth living. The shadows for Nuria, Julian, Fortuny, even Fumero didn't have to give them a reason to quit living. They chose shadows.

The book reminded me of The 13th Tale thematically, linguistically, and in delivery, although I loved this book so much more. The way the mystery unfolds finding tidbits from different perspectives enhanced the mystery and aided the depth of characterization. When I can see the vicious wife beater, deceived husband, and regretful father all in Antonio Fortuny I get a more well rounded sense of his motives. I enjoyed how the characters played different roles for each other.

I love Barcelona as the setting. If you've been to the artistically enchanting city, you know it's the perfect backdrop to this eloquently enchanting tale with a gothic feel. The Spanish have a way of making all things metaphorically beautiful. The vivid romantic passages had me smiling and at times laughing out loud. I highly enjoyed the writing and it wasn't until two-thirds of the way into the book that the story finally stole my complete attention. Julian was my initial guess and while the story kept me questioning, it was the best solution and I was happy with the conclusion.

But no novel is perfect; my issues are these:
1. The readymade quotes are extreme. Zafon salvages this by calling himself out on the commentary. He sets the comments up in dialogue and then uses another character to mock the snippets.

2. Perspective, particularly in Nuria's letter, is off. How could she know what Miquel looked at when dying? The chapters of her letters change from direct commentary to Daniel to third-party narrative. Elsewhere in the novel Daniel summarizes conversations in italics but I wondered from whence the interruption of her narrative with Fumero's story came.

3. I always hope historical fiction will showcase a more accurate moral setting, but it rarely happens. While I believed the sex about Zafon's characters, done in secret and with fathers chasing down the culprits, how could they find out they were pregnant the next day? I was also disappointed that all marriages were displayed as wrong and wives disregarded. Oh well. I guess it added to the Spanish flavor of the book.

4. American authors tend to impose unrealistic happy endings while Europeans favor poignant sad ones. At one point it seemed bad things happened to Julian for nothing else than this love of tragedies. It seemed Zafon was going to ruin the characters lives to make a point. But he makes his point with Julian and leaves Daniel to gives us a satisfied ending. A story about the living dead cannot be all bliss but we still find redemption as the characters step out of the shadows and live their lives.

Quotes:
Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart.
I believed, with the innocence of those who can still count their age on their fingers, that if I closed my eyes and spoke to her, she would be able to hear me wherever I was.
A secret's worth depends on the people form whom it must be kept.
Women have an infallible instinct for knowing when a man has fallen madly in love with them, especially when the male in question is both a complete dunce and a minor.
Death was like a nameless and incomprehensible hand...like a hellish lottery ticket. But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred.
The eternal stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.
Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.
Arrogant as only idiots can be.
I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory.
Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not for the merits of who receives them.
Television...is the Antichrist...our world will not die as a result of the bomb...it will die of laughter, of banality, of making a joke of everything.
I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.
People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come for parrots.
God, in His infinite wisdom, and perhaps overwhelmed by the avalanche of requests from so many tormented souls, did not answer.
Silencing their hearts and their souls to the point where...they forgot the words with which to express their real feelings.
People are evil. Not evil, moronic, which isn't quite the same thing. Evil presupposes a moral decision.
The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.
Marriage and family are only what we make of them.
Sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.
Destiny is usually just around the corner. But what destiny does not do home visits. You have to go for it.
Just an innocent boy who thought he had conquered the world in an hour but didn't yet realize that he could lose it again in an instant.
Keep your dreams. You never know when you might need them.
Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.
Waiting is the rust of the soul.
Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.
While you're working you don't have to look life in the eye.
Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our livs fall apart so slowly we barely notice.
Time goes faster the more hollow it is.
I learned to confuse routine with normality.
The world war, which had polluted the entire globe with a stench of corpses that would never go away.
The clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.
A story is a letter the author writes to himself to tell himself things he would be unable to discover otherwise.
The art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.
[speaking of television:] The novel is dead and buried...there'll be no more need for books, or churches, or anything.

This is an excellent piece of literature. It contains poetic storytelling, shocking twists, thoroughly developed characters, symbolism, humor, romance, betrayal, action, sentimentality, nostalgia, and much, much more.

For book lovers it is perfect because it revolves around the mysteries of a little known author (Julian Carax) that the main protagonist, Daniel, stumbles across in a secret stash of literature called the Cemetery of Forgotten books. From there it quickly develops into a fantastic story of good vs. evil; driven by jealousy and shrouded in the unknown.

I saw some complaints that this book is slow. I can understand that - it is not a light book and it is not a quick read. But, the payoff from getting immersed in the thick narrative is totally worth the extra time in the end.

Lovers of books, lovers of historical fiction, lovers of mysteries with shocking twists, lovers of complex romance/revenge story lines, lovers of ultimate good vs evil battles - step right in to The Cemetery of Forgotten Books . . . and lose yourself in The Shadow of the Wind.

After finishing this book, I was totally blown away by the number of GR friends who already read it. It was really the greatest thrill.

At last, yes, at last! It was finito! What a read it was. Honestly, I thought it was never going to end, that the saga beginning in 1945, after the Civil War in Spain, was just too dragging and too detailed for my sensitive soul. Emotionally I shut down around the halfway mark, hanging onto the picturesque, descriptive prose for dear life, sensing a light at the end of the tunnel.

Good lordie, miss molly, good gracious my angel, good heavens dear father! What a journey it was through the antique bookshop in Barcelona on Calle Santa Anna, to the streets of the city where the memories spilled like blood flowing like rain water though the gutters, where souls got ripped, raped and destroyed by the brutality of the war.

n  Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war, Daniel. We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we’ve seen, what we’ve done, what we’ve learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.n

1945. Barcelona Spain. It was a book, Shadows of the Wind by one Julián Carax, which brought the history alive for young Daniel. Not because it was explained in the book, but because through mysterious events after reading the book. It was a rare book, which reverberated quickly through the echoe chambers of the world of book collectors. It immediately draw attention as the last book of the author. Daniel Sempere made a promise never to tell where he he found it and protect it as his most precious possession.

Daniel's father: This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, hidden behind heavy bolted doors and high walls, brought voices alive of authors passed and present, who needed their story discovered and told.

Brave, curious, but innocent, ten-year-old Daniel Sempere did not foresee the consequences when he opened that particular book to read. Nor could the effect it would have on him and his father's life be calculated.

Clara: I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

And so it was for Daniel as well.

People populated Daniel's life from different walks of life. His journey to become a man, would cross paths with villains and angels; carers and destroyers. His life would forever be connected to those who survived the manslaughter of war.

n  When peace finally came, it smelled of the sort of peace that haunts prisons and cemeteries, a shroud of silence and shame that rots one’s soul and never goes away.n

Along the way, a pathos and empathy grew for the people who managed to survive. A tragicomedy, a suspense thriller, a historical fictional tale - a culmination of the voices and ambiance in books such as:
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez;
Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernières;
The Time in Between by María Dueñas;
Winter in Madrid by C.J. Sansom;
Picasso's War by Russell Martin;
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway
The Return by Victoria Hislop
The Perfume Garden by Kate Lord Brown

Diction, motivation, actions - it all flows along the prose adding context to bravery and courage, unlocking the strange chain of destiny between them. To these people, hope was cruel, it had no conscious, and words were sometimes better of in their prison of memories. Daniel had the power to keep these voice on paper alive, to allow them to be remembered.

And then there is the backdrop of love in all its despicable, deceiving, destructive or honorable definitions. It meanders trough the labyrinth of the The Cemetery of Forgotten Books as well as the lives of the people who survived to tell their stories to Daniel. It was a constant reminder of what makes us all vulnerable and victorious in life. For Daniel, it was a fast, uncompromising road to adulthood in which no secrets remained hidden. For those who wanted to share their tales, words became a sort of melancholic revenge

Nurieta Monford:I began to dress like a pious widow or one of those women who seem to confuse sunlight with mortal sin. I went to work with my hair drawn back into a bun and no makeup. Despite my tactics, Sanmartí continued to shower me with lascivious remarks accompanied by his oily, putrid smile. It was a smile full of disdain, typical of self-important jerks who hang like stuffed sausages from the top of all corporate ladders.

While the first snow of winter dropped like tears of light on the Plaza de Cataluña, an old man, trying to catch the snow with his gloves, wished Daniel good luck, his eyes the color of gold, like magic coins at the bottom of a fountain. What else could Daniel do but clung to the blessing and run ...

The thing about words is that it takes us prisoner when rolled out by experienced wordsmiths. This is one of those moments, although I must admit that only the beginning chapters, almost to the middle, and the last third of the book finally captured me beyond imagination. I almost gave up, but the magic in the prose propelled me forward. Relentlessly.

I just realized why not anyone can write a book, but why everyone, like yours truly, can get lost in the melody flowing from the magical alphabetic strings, the symbiotic sounds of voices on paper. Sometimes it is this music that kept me reading, surpassing the moral of the story. The quality of thought and execution in this novel confirmed the addiction of words and books.

Humor and hope are strange bedfellows. It may manifest in the intimations of paradise ... a last dance with Eros ...

Happiness in every which way had a purpose, even in galleries of despair, even softened by ecumenical disguise. Sincere laughter came. In 1966 it all made finally sense to Daniel Sempere. Doom and gloom have a counterbalance. A very good one. All it needed was time. And good readers to follow the light to the last full stop of the tale.

The end.

القراءة الثانية لظل الريح
اول عمل روائى اعيد قراءته منذ عودتى و ادمانى الجميل للقراءة
بالطبع كنت متخوفة لكن كارلوس لم يخذلنى رغم ان انفاسى لم تنقطع كما حدث فى قرائتى الاولى لكن نسيانى للكثير من الاحداث جعل استمتاعى بالرواية كأول مرة تقريبا ولازلت عند تقييمى واعجابى بها ، الفكرة والاسلوب والشخصيات
كانت حقا رحلة ممتعة

"The Shadow of the Wind" is the first and best book in Zafon's tetralogy, "The Cemetery of Forgotten Books." This is Zafon's love letter to books, specifically his love letter to obscure, forgotten books which have nearly completely faded from the collective human memory.

Fortunately, the Cemetery of Forgotten books exists to store the last remaining copies of these forgotten but not completely forsaken books. When someone visits the Cemetery of Forgotten books for the first time, they choose one of these books to "adopt." Or, more precisely, the book chooses them.

This is the story of one such bond between a book and the young boy the book has adopted. The boy is captivated by the mysteries of the book and its author and determined to unveil the true story behind his chosen book.

This whole book is eloquently written. The plot is full of twists and turns, with a dark, gothic setting in the streets of Barcelona, with sprinkles of political intrigue and magical realism.

This book captured my heart. The only downside is that the sequels all paled by comparison, since none of them could match the same level of eloquence and originality as "The Shadow of the Wind." But that shouldn't detract from readers' enjoyment of this masterful first volume, which also serves as a standalone story.

أعيب على نفسي لو لمح لي فكري أو تبجحت ترجسيتي الغريزية لتنقد عمل كهذا ، هنا ومن خلال هذه الصفحة أقف وقفة تبجيل وإحترام أمام رواية زافون .... أي داهية كتب هذا العمل وأي ذائقية سوف ترضينا بعد ذلك الكاتب الذي سقف ابداعه السماء ... غبطت نفسي مرارآ لأن القدر استوقفني كي أكون أحد قارئي نص ريحه العاتية ولشرف الصدفة شاكرآ لأنه ساقني لهكذا اعجاز يخلط حيث الحدث المتماهي مع العاطفة والتشويق.... شكر خاص لمترجم العمل المبدع معاوية عبدالمجيد ولدار ميسكيلاني على هذا السبق في الدقة والإخراج .....ستة نجوم لعمل سوف يسقط في ذهنك حالما يسألك شخص ما هي أهم عشر نصوص قرأتها في حياتك..... رواية خارج التقييم

"لا شئ قادر علي التأثير في القارئ أكثر من الكتاب الأول الذي يمس قلبه"

الكلام في حق هذا الجمال قليل
انتظرت كثيرا حتي أجد كتابا يمس العقل والقلب معا وبعد طول انتظار يأتي زافون ليحقق أمنيتي
ينقلنا زافون الي برشلونة بعالم مختلف تماما عن الخيال .. الي الأماكن الدفينة في قلوب سكان هذه المدينة الجميلة الأثرية

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بطل الرواية هو دانيال سومبيري وهو الراوي نبدأ معه منذ طفولته وذهابه لأول مرة لمقبرة الكتب المنسية مع والده
هذا المكان الساحر الذي يأخذك الي عالم سري من الكتب فقط لتختار لنفسك رفيق حياتك
ويختار دانيال رواية ظل الريح لخوليان كاراكس ليكون ليس فقط رفيق حياته ولكن مغير حياته للأبد

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ليظهر بعد ذلك الرجل الذي يبحث بإستماته عن كل كتاب كتبه خوليان وبأي ثمن
بشكله الغامض المرعب ومراقبته لدانيال من قلب الظلام
لاين كوبيرت .. الشيطان من داخل عالم الكتب نفسه

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لتبدأ رحلة تعلق دانيال بخوليان ودفعه الغالي والثمين لمعرفة حياته ولإحياء وجوده مرة أخري
نتعرف من خلال تلك المغامرة الضخمة المحفوفة بكل أنواع المخاطر والتي تؤدي كلها للنهاية الحتمية علي شخصيات رائعة تمت كتابتها بمنتهى البراعة
الرائع فيرمين وفلسفته في الحياة التي جعلت كل حرف يقوله يستحق الإقتباس
بياتريز او بيا أخت صديق طفولته توماس
نوريا وميغيل أروع ما يكون الإنسان بكل العطف وبذل العطاء بكل أنواعه حتي لو كانت حياتهم
فنوريا شجاعة ومساندة للنهاية وميغيل هو الصديق والأخ والرفيق بكل ما فيهم من معان نبيلة
كاراكس هذه الشخصية التي كانت تمس القلب مباشرة ولا يمكن أن تكرهه مهما حاولت
والشيطان القمئ والذي تخطي حتي مرحلة الشيطنة بكثير وهو فوميرو .. أبسط مثال للإنسان الدنئ الذي يبعث في النفس كراهية له لا يمكن تجنبها
والكثير من الشخصيات الأخري من الجيران والأصدقاء والأحباب لا تكفي المساحة هنا للتحدث عن الجميع
فقد مثلوا جميعا كل صفات البشر منذ بداية الدنيا حتي نهايتها

الأحداث كانت مشوقة بدرجة كبيرة واسلوب السرد مميز جدا وبسيط
تسلسل ا��أحداث واضح ويسهل تت��عه علي الرغم من انتقالنا بين الماضي والحاضر ورسائل وحوارات ولكن لا يمكنك فقد تركيزك أثناء القراءة

يمكنك توقع ما شئت من الأحداث والنهايات ولكن استعد للمفاجأه فإنقلاب الاحداث حتما سيفاجئك
فقد تخيلت أثناء القراءة جميع السيناريوهات الممكنه ولكن تأتي الرياح بما لا تشتهي السفن لأجد نفسي أمام نهاية مختلفة تماما في المائة صفحة الأخيرة
وتنقلب رأسي معهم حيرة فيما قرأت وهل هذا ما حدث .. لا تخطر هذه النهاية الا علي بال الشيطان فقط ليقلب الحياه والحبكة الي جحيم وجنه في نفس ذات الوقت لتشعر بطعم مختلف للكتاب كأنك تأكل طعام بارد مع طعام ساخن في نفس الوقت
احساس مدهش وجديد ولذيذ أيضا
الترجمة كانت فوق الرائعة ومميزة جدا ولغة سهلة وبسطية وكأنها كتبت في الأصل بالعربية

هذه بعض الإقتباسات التي اعجبتني ولكن الكتاب بالكامل اقتباس كبير

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شكر خاص للصديق أيمن جمعة علي ترشيحة لهذا الإبداع الضخم فلولاه ولولا مراجعته علي متاهة الأرواح لما كنت تشجعت علي القراءة أبدا