I'm about halfway through "The Shadow of the Wind" by Carlo Ruis Zafon and I'm really loving it so far. I was shamed into reading it because I bought it in hardcover at least a year ago, stuck it on the shelf meaning to read it, and then saw it in paperback this week at the bookstore. This happens to me a lot. I decided to stop "saving" books for the optimum perfect reading moment and just read the things. Anyway, this book is moody and atmospheric and makes me want to go wander around Barcelona looking for the Cemetery of Forgotten Books (which I would pay anything in the world to get into).