This book was such an undertaking and is probably the slowest book I've ever read, but I stayed with it, despite how much it rambles on and on, because of it's bizarre and compelling concept. This book is an allegory that blurs the lines between the real and the imaginary, the physical with the immaterial, through one man's unending search for the girl he loves in a town that lies at the edge of reality. 
The strangeness and eccentricity of the setting is very Murakami-esque, but the writing also fell flat often and I'm questioning whether it needed to be as long as it did. Still, I found it to be a quiet and cosy read, that creates this tranquil feeling of sitting by a still and peaceful lake.