When you read a good story, you just keep reading. You turn your phone off, put yourself in seclusion and forget the rest of the world... until you finish reading that story. It's been a while since I've read a book that made me wanna just sit and escape into my imagination. It's surreal, nostalgic and melancholy mood affects me the way the warmth of your own bed unties the knots in your aching bones after a long day's work. The familiar smell of the cushions release you from all restrictions, and lets you sink into deep slumber until you explore the depths of your mind through your dreams. Kafka, the main character, is a 15 year old boy who runs away from home and discovers himself in the process, and comes to terms with the past that has molded him into what he has become. I love it! The journey to face the truth about one's self, one's weaknesses, one's strengths. In the end he got a little too sentimental, but overall it was a fantastic ride and I'd recommend it to anyone who's trying to look deep into himself. (Isn't everybody?) And the weirdness of it entices me! Murakami is a positively crazy person!
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