I really don’t know how to review this book. Not because it was bad, mind you, because it was far from bad. More because there is almost too much to say that I can’t even say a fraction of it. Plus it really is such a cleverly constructed book that I feel like I can’t do it justice. I can say something about it being anti-war, because that’s what I’ve heard about Slaughterhouse-Five and I do get a sense of that from the book, but I’m not really qualified to say much about it. I’ve taken a few days to digest Slaughterhouse-Five, and I’ve not gained any more insight towards it.
After countless visits to Dymocks browsing through the shelves I finally decided to just go ahead and buy some Murakami. I rarely buy books that I’m not completely certain are fantastic (or to finish a series because you can’t just not own the complete series). The covers of his books are absolutely gorgeous and the blurbs sound wonderfully poetic.