Maybe I will just stop giving Murakami books my time and mental energy but what else would I use to fuel my passion to read books by flinta authors instead?

Jokes aside, this wasn't really a bad book but I couldn't enjoy it at the time reading it 

I understand why people like the prose of Murakami but I couldn’t admire the beauty of his writing because of the mediocre way he writes his female characters. The

man who abused of the prostitute pissed me off but not as much as the fawning appraisal of his appearance and “powerful” aura

. And of course, I understand the intention of having the

incest

as a metaphor of some kind but it was, even aside from it being unnecessary, a loose conclusion.