So, so lost in this novel.
Both within the sheer, lustrous ecstacy of the characters and wanting to know more, but really not having a clue what’s going on or where it’s heading.
Which is one of my favourite aspects of Murakami.
The moment where O_o turns to fuuuuuck and then the final few pages that are flat out impossible to put down.
He’s never let me down with an ending yet.
I get the feeling this is going to be a book that i’ll never forget.
I’m still reeling and resonating wildly within the aftermath of Hard Boiled Wonderland & The End Of the World.