The same could be said about La sombra del viento, 100 años de soledad or Neruda's poems in Spanish.
In English, only Virginia Woolf inspires the same awe for language that these other books impregnated in me.
In some sense, these authors don't use words. They let words use them.
Sure do that. But no harm in reading these two books a few times before that, too.
That's a surprising choice. Most Spanish readers would say that La sombra del viento is nowhere near an undisputable masterpiece such as 100 años de soledad, or even Neruda's poems (the literary stature of which is perhaps more contested).
In terms of use of language, it is just really that good. Neruda and Garcia Marquez are Nobel winners, and they are obviously better literally speaking. But the dude that wrote La sombre del viento knows how to use Spanish to describe beautiful sceneries and moments.
Also, keep in mind that this is my subjective view on things.
Other plays like Hamlet, MacBeth, humble me. Same thing with Cervantes. Those guys pretty much redefined language and I don't think I have read enough to understand them. Maybe someday?