“I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.”

– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

I will admit the only Murakami book I’ve read is kafka on the shore which was at times confusing and pretty wierd but yet after I finished it I realised I had enjoyed it all the same. It was quite profound in its own way. I meant to pick up more of his books after reading that one but for some reason Kafka is still the only one I’ve read. I’ve finally gone through and added almost every one of his books to my book depository wishlist now. I am determined that one day I will have read them all. One day.