Lady in White by a Window, Carle John Blenner
"I
barricaded myself in my room to read the first few lines. Before I knew
what was happening, I had fallen right into it. The minutes and hours
glided by as in a dream. When the cathedral bells tolled midnight, I
barely heard them. Under the warm light cast by the reading lamp, I was
plunged into a new world of images and sensations, peopled by characters
who seemed as real to me as my room. Page after page I let the spell of
the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched
my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page. I lay in the bluish
half-light with the book on my chest and listened to the murmur of the
sleeping city. My eyes began to close, but I resisted. I did not want to
lose the story’s spell or bid farewell to its characters yet".
Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind
