More Murakami, Please!

Last night, I reached and read the last page of Haruki Murakami's collection of short stories, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman. I started reading the first of the 24 stories some months ago...For some reason, whenever I tried to finish the book, I dozed off after a few pages...some people suggested (explicitly) that this could be a sign of aging. If so, then how come I stay wide awake and finish all the other books and reading materials that I've read recently? =p

No matter, I finished reading Murakami's book and that's what matters the most.

Reading Murakami's short stories leaves you with a certain je ne sais pas quois. You read a story. You finish it. Then you ask yourself, "What the ef just happened?"

Some of his stories are easy to categorize...they're either sad, depressing or poignant. Some left me speechless and stumped and...argh! I can't even describe it!

I finished the darn book. I enjoyed it immensely. I look forward to reading more of his works.

'S all! =)