I wanted to like this book. Seeing all the rave reviews and because I liked Norwegian Wood, I picked up my second Murakami with the hope that somehow, it'll be able to smooth out the slight hollowness I felt after reading his last book. I am sad to say that wasn't the case.

Maybe it has something to do with it originally being written in Japanese - I feel as if whatever the author wants to convey, gets lost somewhere during the translation. In any case, I would not say that I really understood this book. Maybe next time? Who knows.