Carlos Ruiz Zafón, the only man with the balls to write a dark and shadowy Barcelona. I have no way of proving if that is true but I’m pretty confident I could persuade most to agree that when one thinks of Barcelona: ‘dark’ is not the first word that comes to mind. On my copy of the book, this novel is described as a ‘Thriller.’ Yeah maybe. What it is, in fact, is a fusion of humour, gothic horror, and according to Zafón himself a “feel-good novel.” Carlos knows… because this really did make me feel good, after making me feel all sorts of awful but I won’t speak about that. I devoured all 500+ pages in a matter of days. I’m a slow reader but by abandoning all my responsibilities, showering less, and taking the book with me to the bathroom; I was done reading in less than a week. And I regret nothing! Except that I didn’t read it sooner, thinking it was just another generic work of popular fiction. And someone may disagree, although I don’t know of many who would, but this is anything but generic.
I usually don’t like to read books that simply by their title suggest there will be tears but this text takes a well known subject and turns it into an original piece of literature. Based on the real story of Ivan Mishukov, the narrative follows little Romochka and his pack around Moscow as they learn to provide for their little family.