Sire Reyes

I am quite easily impressed when it comes to love stories. Not as much with books. However as much as this one had reached me. Norwegian Wood had tugged and tied the tightest knots at my heartstrings that not much or any joyous 'slice of life' can undo. There is a certain cultural stance at adolescence that this novel portrays. As much as I had hoped for there to be happy moments in analogies of sorrow in Murakami's writing. It was unfortunately too close to reality, which is why this novel had moved me to another plane. As I find myself in Watanabe's shoes, I feel the same sort of limerence or longing for Naoko through the dialogue of handwritten letters. Did he have to sleep with all those women however? Who am I to say. Through this tragic reality of youthful life, the intentions of this novel has resonated in the deepest well of my heart. Granted, I have not read 'many' literary works of the same tone. Nonetheless, this one will always leave a sentiment on my bookshelf. The symbolistic and personifying connotations flourished through the timeless pages. Giving me breathes of reflection about death, love, sex, culture and storytelling itself. The finishing of this book really made my happy hour at the local chicken and beer cafe, by leaving watermarks of tears on the very final pages.