Kafka on the Shore
by Haruki Murakami
Murakami's works are a depiction of life the way it probably should be: surprising, cast full of interesting characters, and minimal, yet not bare of magical. In the 489 pages of Kafka on the Shore, Murakami warped the idea of life, entangled that into another puzzle, and crashed it to the floor again when you felt you just "figured it out." This book is mind warping, a kind of cosmic Shinto quest, like a freak festival where the LSD somehow made it through customs. The book is highly recommended, though don't take it as a book with a crisp conclusion (though that's life, right?). Its as much guessing as Lost's finale. Murakami himself insisted that the book should be read multiple times I'm not buying it. Kafka on the Shore is for those comfortable with a world of unresolved mystery. Those who don't mind seeing the world as it is (kind of...).
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