I've read the first 40 pages waiting for my husband to join me at a cafe and the rest of them as soon as I got the change. I just couldn't stop reading this novel. Like the other Murakami's novel I've read, the prose is for most part simple and unpretentious yet there are moments of such intensity and grace. The metaphors and the symbols are beautiful,unique and as fine as delicate piece of jewelry.
It surprised me how much I sympathized with the lead character and the narrator of this story. I love the straightforwardness of this book(and the protagonist), the "I-have-no-clue-what-is-the-purpuse-of-live" type of honesty. There is some wisdom in it, despite the fact that there it is not trying to be enlightening or to provide any type of answers.
In many ways this novel reminded me of Sputnik, there is something dreamy and fantastical about it that I really like. You're not quite sure is everything that happens "real" or is just part of characters' imagination...and somehow it doesn't really matter because what matters is the inner world of the characters and the writer sure can create it.