It was about five years ago that I first read Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore, and it became my instant favorite. I have since become an avid Murakami reader, and have read everything that has been translated into English that he has written. To make me sound even more crazy, most of my reason for wanting to learn Japanese is so that I can read everything he has ever written in the original (for those of you who haven't read any of his books, YES--he's that good).
After a colleague at the museum started reading Kafka on the Shore a week or so ago, I decided that I should take my copy off the shelf and experience it once again.
Since the first time I read Kafka on the Shore, I've had the experience of living on Shikoku island, the location that provides the backdrop for much of the story. Shikoku is truly a place as haunted as the storyline suggests, as I had come to discover during my time there. Thus, I think the second time around, this book will hold a whole new meaning for me.
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