Deary me, oh my, I need some air here.

This book is definitely not what I was expecting. The Prisoner of Heaven is completely different from The Shadow of the Wind and The Angel's Game. There ain't no thriller story with a detective protagonist chasing a mysterious character that is tangled with another thousand plots and elements, but The Prisoner of Heaven is not less complex for sure, as it linked everything perfectly and concisely.

It is much more intimate and character focused, though not as lyrical as The Angel's Game (which makes sense, since David is much more of a poet than Daniel). I confess I was a bit bored in the begging, but the last half of the book is pretty exciting and emotional and got me absolutely in love with Daniel and Fermín friendship (if I wasn't in love already), as well as Isabella and David... relationship.

Now the bad part. The way I see it, the whole plot of the mysterious buyer in the beginning ended inconclued. Of course it was the ignition point to crucial information and book development, but his story itself seemed finished in a hush and filled with loose ends that won't be tied in The Lybirinth of Spirits I guess...? At least it doesn't make sense to drag it to another book.

As always, Carlos Ruiz Zafón completely failed to let me down.