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This might just be my favourite Murakami book now. I was skeptical about reading it initially because no matter whether I desired it or not, it reminds me of a time which now seems too painful/precious to let go. I was also afraid that it might affect me the way it always does. But when the book itself calls, can you even do anything?

Sumire, drops out of college to pursue her dream of becoming a writer. Her friend K, who is also the narrator is a school teacher. Miu, 17 years older than Sumire runs a wine business. Sumire falls in love with Miu upon meeting her. Miu appoints her as her assistant and on a trip to Greece, Sumire disappears.

The entire book kept me binded with it. It was like there was a melody of words dancing around me as I read through. It was both hevy and light at the same time.

“You gather up bones and make your gate, but no matter how wonderful the gate might be, that alone doesn’t make it a living, breathing novel. A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.”

I am in love with the quote below:

Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?