ok, this is super strange. haruki murakami is among my favorite novelists (and the wind-up bird chronicle must be THE book for me) but this.... what the fuck!!! no interest whatsoever! i bought it the first day it came out, and although normally i devour murakami's novels in 3 or 4 days, i couldn't care less about his inner thoughts regarding discipline and marathons and running and more running and travelling around the world etc etc... you get the point.
the funny thing is that i initially thought that by getting into this book then probably i would feel a little bit guilty for my non-athletic lifestyle... but noooooo! in fact this book made me lead a murakami-excluding path for my next choices. i had to read dance dance dance to get the old spark back.
anyway, the cool thing remains that murakami started running after he turned 32, so i guess i can store more chocolates untill then.