I remember liking Zafón’s The Shadow of the Wind and that’s why I picked this novel up at a book sale. I didn’t enjoy the first 40 or so pages, but then got into it the story, accepting it was an even more-over-the-top Gothic tale than his first. I followed the main character, David Martin, through his merciless childhood, his unrequited love, his pulp-fiction success, to his pact with “the boss” (a.k.a. the devil) to pen a novel in exchange for health, money…the works. Oh, and of course, David lives in a creepy tower-house that has a mystery all its own. Three-quarters of the way through I was completely sick of this book and its ludicrousness, but I stupidly plowed through to the end, wanting to see how the ridiculousness was going to tie up. Only a couple of threads do. Groan.
Gwenamon says: Avoid