1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

I don’t do book reviews. But I just couldn’t have enough of this feeling that is stuck with me, past one week. I have recommended the book to every friend (Although, I know, one reads only when one has to and can.) Talked about the book on every social platform possible.
The dyn-o-mite, heart warming and ever so twisted love story by Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 . Yes. It is a love story.The delightful and delicious story has somehow crept into me. The book is rich in vivid characters. It unfathomably relates to every and any kind of reader. Unforseen events and yet, as a very regular book, it has mysteries within itself like eddy currents. There is a constant undercurrent of suspense that keeps you hooked. It is a work of fiction, written and narrated in a complete non-fictional way. So, I’m yet to decide on the genre of the book.
There is history in it.
Crime. Check.
Poetry. Check.
Food and recipe. Check.
Music. Double check.
Society. Duh.
Polictics. Check.
Adventure. Of course.
Philosophy. C’mon. We are talking about Murakami.
Romance. Already told’ya. Man. It’s a love story.
Short stories. Yes. Many. Bliss. Believe me.
No. All this blabber is not tiring me. I loved the book. When I picked up the book, I was unaware of any of this. I didn’t read anything about the author or about the book. Basically, the Murakami Fandom Enterprise would call me  Murakami Virgin. I’m so happy, that I no more am one. I want to go on and on. esp. about the story. And the characters. How their fate winds and unwinds about the moonlit passages of the worlds. Oh. That reminds me, it has parallel universes in it. ^_^
A randomist reader’s dream come true. Of course, I want to discuss about the story but I will wait, till someone reads it. I just don’t want to mess up anyone’s reading experience. No jinxing when it comes to good books. The last time, I had my mouth watering for a book, was ages before. (I think, it was ‘ The Book Thief’ by Markus Zusak.) But let us end this here. Lest, I would be reviewing the other one too. See, I am fickle as fickle could be.


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