Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami
A new Murakami book was great kick off last month. I can't say it was incredibly surprising, or that it was very different to me from many of his other books. But that's not exactly why I keep reading his novels. It's like seeing a friend you've known for a very long time--you know them pretty well and there's something quite comforting about that. This book is one that doesn't have that element of magic realism to it. The first Murakami novel I read, Norwegian Wood, was like that too, and it's my favorite. A lot of reviews I've read are saying that the two are basically the same, but I have to disagree. Maybe I should go back and read Norwegian Wood, though. Not much else to say about this one, except no BINGO.
bone by Yrsa Daley-Ward
bone by Yrsa Daley-Ward
I've had this book for some months now and I finally finished it. It was one that is quick to read once you get the courage to dive into it simply because it's impossible to put down.
If I’m entirely honest,
and you say I must be
I want to stay with you all afternoon evening, night and tomorrow
pressed into you so tightly that we don’t know whose belly made what sound, whose heart it is that is thumping like that
until I don’t know if the sweat on my chest is yours or mine or ours.
- 'body'
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