huh….it’s Friday?!? I finished IQ84

How did that happen? Time has flown by. That’s kind of sad…

I got a ride to the mall yesterday for some help bringing home some supplies that are too big the vespa…Broom, mop, bucket, clothes hanger, kitchen stuff etc etc. Fairly productive month I think 🙂
It’s starting to feel like a home here. Cheers Jenny!

I finished IQ84 today (Haruki Murakami). Its seemed to have gotten a lot more press than any of his previous books.
When I started the book it seemed a bit “flat” to me. I’m not sure if I was affected by reviews and press…I hate that!!!
Anyway, I got into it quickly. It’s not my favourite from him, but I still enjoyed it (all 925 pages), and I didn’t find myself cussing at him as I read the last paragraph (which happens a lot actually 🙂 ). It was more or less wrapped up…(obviously worth noting)

Here’s my review of every Murakami book:

People are confused and/or unsettled by their circumstances.
Strange things happen.
People end up in different places (emotionally and mentally), but are confused by different things than they were on page 1…

I don’t like bragging, but I’m the best book reviewer in the world!

Murakami again…what a prick!!!

I was in such a great mood when I came back to Italy today….I had visited the Hügenduble in ffm and bought a few books. 2 of the 3 I bought were by Murakami (my favourite author – Norwegian Wood)…Unfortunately after spending a couple hours reading his books I’m just in a bad mood now. His books are just too honest and realistic (and close to home). It made me sad 🙁

as a good book does… :)<

As I’m reading his books I find so many beautiful passages that I want to just reprint here…but then I can’t be bothered, because there’s too many passages that are SOOOOO good….what a prick!!! One person should not be able to write with that much quality…

If you’re reading this but you’ve never read Murakami, then please read him before you comment.
This is my advice to you…and if you haven’t read him then I wish you would…

The written word

I bought 3 books when I was in München. Luckily the english book selection at Hugendubel is better than any airport I’ve been to (which is usually where I have to buy books). I’ve already finished one of the three books (The death of Bunny Monroe – Nick Cave). It was short n sweet. Kind of amusing.

Now I’ve started “The Wind-up Bird Chronicles” by Murakami. I think this is the 3rd or 4th book I’ve read by him. GREAT author. Probably my favourite author at the moment. He’s Japanese and the book is translated. Which is actually the second foreign language book (translated) I’ll read in the past few months.

Am possibly heading to London in October for a couple of friends wedding. geez! Haven’t been to London in ages. Prob my favourite city…probably my favourite cuz I’ve only ever gone as a tourist…not sure if I’d really want to live there tho.
London has size issues…


Finished Sputnik Sweetheart from Murakami…(btw j. did you buy all your books in the UK…they all have the prices in pounds…)…
some text….

I turned face-up on the slab of stone, gazed at the sky, and thought about all the man-made satellites spinning around the Earth. The horizon was still etched in a faint glow, and stars began to blink on in the deep, wine coloured sky. I gazed among them for the light of a satellite, but it was still too bright to spot one with the naked eye. The sprinkling of stars looked nailed to the spot, unmoving. I closed my eyes and listened carefully for the descendants of Sputnik, even now circling the earth, gravity their only tie to the planet. Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.

and the last two paragraphs of the book….

….I get up out of bed. I pull back the old, faded curtain and open up the window. I stick my head out and look up at the sky. Sure enough, a mouldy-coloured half-moon hangs in the sky. Good. We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.
I spread my fingers apart and stare at the palms of both hands, looking for bloodstains. There aren’t any. No scent of blood, no stiffness. The blood must have already, in it’s own silent way, seeped inside.

so that’s two books for me in about 2 weeks…wow!!!! Look at me…now on to “Fortress of Solitude” by Jonathan Lethem.

someone is cooking cabbage or asparagus in this building…ugh!

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