It’s Easter Sunday (well, whats left of it anyway) and after munching on my Lindt Chocolate bunny, I realised just how long it has been since I’ve read a book for pleasure. My absolute all time favourite author is Haruki Murakami (suprise, suprise-he’s japanese) His books are surreal, a little bizarre and often open ended. You never know exactly what he was trying to say in his novels but they are beautifully written. It may lose a little something through the translation into English, but it doesn’t lose the originality and the dreamlike quality of the writing. I picked up my first book, Sputnik Sweetheart in the library but it wasn’t until I read Dance, Dance, Dance and Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World did he win me over. I want to escape to one of Murakami’s lands where reality becomes a blur and people can converse with cats!
Oh…and please excuse the Dan Brown that is visible in this photo…since studying History of Art I realise how much of it is just a fabrication. Still, you’ve got to give him credit, hasn’t he done well out of it??
