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Before Norwegian Wood, I had only read two books (Sapiens and Freakonomics) — both non-fiction. Until last Thursday, fiction wasn’t really my thing. Over the past year, I had seen a lot of Instagram stories and heard people around me talk about Murakami, so I decided to give it a try. I wasn’t looking to read a story — I never was — but while ordering my WFH setup on Amazon, the idea popped into my mind: to make the desk aesthetic, why not buy a book? After all, I wanted to read something nice, and the only writer that came to mind was Murakami. There were 2–3 bestsellers under his name, but I went to ChatGPT and searched, “best Murakami book for a beginner.” It replied Norwegian Wood. I added the book to my cart, and two days later, it arrived. Honestly, that was the only effort I put into buying it. It stayed in my drawer for about a week. Then one night, around 11 p.m., I picked it up and told myself, “Let’s start this.” I finished it in three days. In fact, I completed it just two hours ago. I’m a little sad now — actually, very sad. I just need to spill my mind somewhere. I don’t want to talk about whether the book was good or bad. All I can say is: I can’t think about anything else right now.