I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my han — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
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I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
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