June 19, 2020 was an average day by all means, until a tweet warranted my attention and left me reeling from the shock of comprehension. We’d lost Spanish novelist Carlos Ruiz Zafón. He’d chosen such an abrupt exit from his own story, that I couldn’t help but remember the lines he’d written somewhere: “There is no beginning and no end of a story. It only has entry points and exit points…” It wasn’t long ago that I had decided to go, visit my icon, and maybe, walk the streets of his beloved Barcelona, and see it through his eyes, guided by his voice in my head. I had been caught unawares, just like millions of his fans who were left searching for his ‘Cemetery of Forgotten Books’ with a faint hope that maybe, we’d find him sharing a joke with his old time friend, Fermín Romero de Torres. After all, miracles and enigma weren’t so uncommon in Zafón’s world. I discovered the master storyteller a ... » Learn More about Review: ‘The Cemetery of Forgotten Books’ series
