I finished Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage. 

It gave sorta the overall theme South of the Border West of the Sun gave, if I am to compare it with Murakami's other novels.  Which, I got, basically, about facing your past.  I was hoping it would be more like A Wild Sheep Chase, Dance Dance Dance, Wild Up Bird Chronicle-like.  But it is what it is, and I own it.  I just wished I owned a Murakami book that I really really really liked, and would reread.

Anyways, THOUGHTS.  THOUGHTS on the novel.  I guess I am sort of jealous of Tsukuru, because he was able to get closure, and he had friends and all that.  I was not able to get closure with my main problems and I still feel like I am dying but I liked how we were able to relate in that respect.  It took him sixteen years for his closure, and I am only sitting at two years.  So it's okay, I can wait...

I was hoping I can just... refresh my brain and move on, but this book made me want to hold on to her even more, and that makes me sad because I cannot understand her anymore... I don't know how she liked me if she did but I am certain that if she was going to do this to me, there must have been some feeling she felt... I don't think she would even treat garbage this way... so that's that, I am holding on because it feels natural. I'll hold on until I don't feel like it anymore.  Not like there's a consequence after not feeling it anymore anyway, but I doubt it will happen.

The feeling is also enhance by my recent addiction to this cover



I am so going to die when it's all over Lol