Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

A wonderful read. Although I didn’t like the main character, Toru, all too much, the poetry of the prose and the dream-like pace captured me. His sentences are divine. Here are some simple ones I wrote down:

The ragged end of the last word she spoke seemed to float in the air where it had been torn off.

The moonlight splashed the walls in a touch of diluted India ink.

A heavy pall hung over the forest as if all the animals were holding their breath.

And my favourite:

The sky was a fresh-swept blue, with only a trace of white cloud clinging onto the dome of heaven like a thin streak of test paint.

Oh Murakami – how you humble me with your skill. 🙂


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