Am incheiat volumul III; l-am terminat, vorba vine; pentru ca nu l-am terminat, asa cum, pare-se, nu am terminat nici cele doua volume anterioare. Ma ucide acest Zafón, si totusi ma cufund in prizonierat mai profund ca niciodata…
“He looks at her for a long time and smiles. ‘I love you,’ he says, and kisses her, knowing that the story, his story, has not ended. It has only just begun.”
Impresie. Albastru inefabil... 