This is one of Murakami's countless novel's about strong women, work ethic and responsibility in Japan, dreams and of course, records. Cool cover though. And he does write fantastically, even if it becomes at times formulaic or franchised.
1.For three and a half years, I'd been making this kind of contribution to society. Shovelling snow. You know, cultural snow.
2.She looked up and smiled. An individual smile, i thought, not the professional variety.
3.We are an imperfect and unrepentant species.
4.So very imperfect, so utterly arbitrary, so wholly passive.
5."You're not such a bad cook," Yuki said.
"No, not true. I just put my heart into it."
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