Contrary to what I have read here and there before you dive into this novel, "The game of the angel" is not at all a result of Shadow of the Wind, although there is a filiation between these two books (which I leave you the pleasure of discovering) and if we find some known ingredients (as the cemetery of forgotten books). I was rather fascinated by the beginning of the novel that chronicles the rise of the young writer, and the atmosphere that the author takes the time to install: A 1000 inventory of tourist clichés, Barcelona appears as a mysterious city mesmerizing, with winding streets and disturbing mansions, in the great tradition of Gothic novels. In this very dark world, the old or the young bookseller Sempere Isabella bring a breath of fresh air, and I particularly liked these two beautiful characters, as generous and bright that David moth, can be egocentric and gloomy. Unfortunately the rest of the novel is more laborious, scatters a bit all over the place, lingering on the unconvincing love story between David and Cristina, and ends up getting stuck in the unhealthy relationship and semi-fantastic David has with his editor. "The game of the angel" is not a bad book, far from it, but is in my opinion not up to the expectation that had aroused "The Shadow of the Wind."