"For a fifteen-year-old who doesn't even shave yet, you're sure carrying a lot of baggage around."

That basically sums up my feelings for this book. I love Murakami's writing style and so it didn't bother me much that not a lot happens in this book, but I still couldn't help absolutely agreeing with Oshima when he says this about the main character. It's definitely a thinking book, as is most of Murakami's stuff, but I enjoyed it in all its mind-bending strangeness.