This is my third book by Murakami, but it is very different from the other two (“The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle” and “Kafka On The Shore”) I’ve read. This book is ‘just’ a love story, without any magical elements that the other two books had. But that doesn’t make me love the book any less.
Like the other books, Murakami drew me into this story written from the point of view of Watanabe, who is studies in Tokyo in the late sixties. He loves, he loses, he grows up, he discovers himself. It is at times a pretty tragic story, but still beautiful.