Of course there will be spoilers. I'm reading this slooooowwwly. With people. Forewarned.
Okay, really? I mean...reeeeaaaaalllly? I'm having a total wtf-ery kinda moment with this here book.
I just don't know where to begin you guys. I don't know if it's because I'm reading the book in stunted intervals that's making me quasi-wanna-pull-my-hair-out or if it's just an overall: hey book, it's not YOU; it's me. Because I'm just not getting it.
Separately I like (most of) the characters. If each one were to tell their story and they happened to not know each other, it might be significantly better because there are plenty of moments where I'm reading and Mr. Murakami makes an observation about Life or Humanity or Relationships and I want to *fist pump* and shout you go Mr. Writer.
BUT THEN I'm suppose to wrap my head around the fact that this guy, Toru, loses his best friend to a suicide...his best friend's girlfriend who he's into ends up in a sanitarium...his other female interest (even if a bit causal) is equally broken and cray-cray...his bro is a narcissistic ass who breaks HIS girlfriend's heart that SHE eventually offs herself as well.
I don't really know what else to say. This novel is putting me in a funk and I have no idea how it is going to end.