I don’t remember the last time a book made me cry, nor particularly why this one did. But Haruki’s masterful ability at creating such moments of humongous magic in an otherwise completely boring world is absolutely inspiring. How he takes such average characters envelops them in otherworldly places built from the ones we all already know. 

I love the plot of the book, the pacing was the drama of a thriller, but the story a beautiful piece of a treasure hunt. One of my favourite Murakami books I’ve read to date.