Officially one of my new favorite books.
It was sad and beautiful and absolutely captivating.
There was a light, airiness to it's sadness, a slow, gentle feeling that starts from the very bottom.
It felt like the real possibility of life.
I've read another of Murakami's books and I was relatively unimpressed. I didn't like the characters, wasn't drawn into the story, and I didn't buy the ideas.
I am SO glad I gave this writer another chance and read this book.
I've heard one of those dumb cliche-y quotes that you know its a good book because by the end, you feel like you've gained a new friend. For me, if I've really enjoyed a book, I find myself inconsolably sad that it's over. It's a wonderful experience that is done.
Sitting here in a cafe, with cheesy morning talk radio playing, and old people laughing over coffee in the background, I mourn the end of my book, and begrudge to start a new one. Begrudge stepping into a whole other world.
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