Title of the book: Kafka on the Shore
I have read most of his books and I am still a fan of his novels. I appreciate this one too although it is as lengthy as the Wind-up Bird Chronicle. It is a typical Haruki book, his imagination takes the reader immediately to another world of talking cats and absurd events as people who step in and out our daily world, he so easily tells about. It is a dream and not a dream. It is raining fish. The common and the absurd are brothers, the usual and exceptional are sisters, the story flies, jumps, crashes and effortless takes off again. The woods are silent, sometimes branches crack and leaves rustle. I have nothing else to do but read and swim. Memory and the Great Forgetting clash, turn around, crisscross and embrace.