“I go back to the reading room, where I sink down in the sofa and into the world of The Arabian Nights. Slowly, like a movie fadeout, the real world evaporates. I’m alone, inside the world of the story. My favorite feeling in the world.”
“Every one of us is losing something precious to us…Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads- at least that’s where I imagine it- there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.”
I think it’s safe to say that Murakami is one of my favorite authors, and this was my favorite novel of his so far. His books are so trippy. Yet also full of simple, mundane details of everyday life. Those familiar things put you at ease. It’s so easy to read his fluid and seemingly simple writing, that you really don’t mind/notice him taking you to crazy places. I really do fade out to his world when I’m reading his books. And it’s one of my favorite feelings too.