And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.


Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

One of the most incredulous and bizarre books I’ve ever read – that’s not to say that I’ve read a lot in my entire life, but. – and my slight fascination confusion at the entire concept clearly doesn’t explain why The Wind-up Bird Chronicle and Norwegian Wood in Japanese, newly bought, sits also at my desk. I’m extremely doubtful I’ll be able to make it through even the first few pages of the latter.