I feel like I'm wasting my summer away. Working more, but not having enough money to buy toothpaste and contact fluid. I wanted to read more, but only managed to finish this mediocre 500 page booger of a book. My torso is swollen from all the meat and liquor that I've been consuming over the past 3 weeks. I have about 2 more months of summer and I absolutely cannot let it wither away into a tiny blip of a stupid blog post or page in my notebook. fuck!



It takes place in Barcelona during the Spanish Civil war. Daniel, the son of a bookseller is introduced to this sanctuary of "Forgotten Books", and stumbles upon "The Shadow of the Wind" by an author Julian Carax. He's very keen of the book and wants to find more writings by the author, but finds that there are none because they have been bought up and burned mysteriously by a character that obviously does not want them to exist. The more he digs into the situation, the more he finds that not only is someone purposely trying to rid his only copy, but those that are involved in someway or another with the author and his books are being killed off as well.
I do believe that a writer should be able to get to the point in 200 pages or less. This also lives up to the rep that 'bestsellers' carry... frivolous banter; contrived twists and turns; enough characters that causes one to lose track and ask, why does this matter? Yes, this was one of those books. The beginning and ending was fantastic...but midway it just had to have the blips of pubescent eroticism, betrayal, murders, and lies that are read much as prime time entertainment, rather than being literary stimulating. Okay I did really like that "The Shadow of the Wind" was really a book about the devil, and the imagery of Daniel (?) walking into the abandoned room filled to the brim of crucifixes.

Last time I listen to a customer in Campbell.