I'm off! (and buy this book)
This is it! Suitcase packed, or almost. It feels like I've forgotten something major, something I won't be able to live without for a week. It'll come to me tomorrow, no doubt, half way to Gatwick.
In my hand luggage (which I've yet to put together) will be my Moleskin, passport (once I've dug it out!) and the book I am racing through at the moment. It's unputdownable, in every sense of the word. Everywhere I go, whether it be to make myself a sandwich, to talk to my mother about making me a necklace with those beads, the amazing transparent ones with little cracked flowers trapped inside, whether it be to sleep or to watch M*A*S*H and fawn over Alan Alda, the book comes with me. There will undoubtedly be a day of deep sadness and moping once I've finished it. I hate reading the last page of a very, very good book. Everything after that tends to be bland and boring, until the next amazing book.
Kafka on the Shore, by Haruki Murakami. It's a translation from Japanese, but such a flawless one that I didn't realise until half way through that it the words coming from the writer were not intended to be anything other than Japanese. Buy it! About a fifteen year old runaway, who ends up living in a small, private library. About a murder. About a sixty year old guy, never recovered from a bizarre and (as yet) unexplained incident from his childhood. Nakata, who can talk to cats. Another murder, or possibly the same. Nakata travels across Japan by lorry with a twenty-something (very cool) lorry driver. This is the first book in close to a year which I've enjoyed to this extent. I love how it blurs the boundaries of what's possible and realistic, and what's not. Mackerels raining from the sky is never possible, but dancing naked in the rain before an isolated hut is. Just about.
Anyway. Off to Norway tomorrow! To see the Coffee Bean!! I've been waiting for this week for a long, long time. Even the half-hour I have between getting off one flight and boarding the next in Copenhagen doesn't seem too daunting.
I'll probably blog at some point. Matt, Joe, Jules, etc... postcard and maybe a video blog coming your way!
Happy Easter, people!
P.S.
Look! A little bit of Kiwi sandwiched between Ian McEwan, Alexander McCall Smith and Dan Rhodes. Mwuahahaha. Bit by bit, I am taking over the world. And it started here! ^^
In my hand luggage (which I've yet to put together) will be my Moleskin, passport (once I've dug it out!) and the book I am racing through at the moment. It's unputdownable, in every sense of the word. Everywhere I go, whether it be to make myself a sandwich, to talk to my mother about making me a necklace with those beads, the amazing transparent ones with little cracked flowers trapped inside, whether it be to sleep or to watch M*A*S*H and fawn over Alan Alda, the book comes with me. There will undoubtedly be a day of deep sadness and moping once I've finished it. I hate reading the last page of a very, very good book. Everything after that tends to be bland and boring, until the next amazing book.
Kafka on the Shore, by Haruki Murakami. It's a translation from Japanese, but such a flawless one that I didn't realise until half way through that it the words coming from the writer were not intended to be anything other than Japanese. Buy it! About a fifteen year old runaway, who ends up living in a small, private library. About a murder. About a sixty year old guy, never recovered from a bizarre and (as yet) unexplained incident from his childhood. Nakata, who can talk to cats. Another murder, or possibly the same. Nakata travels across Japan by lorry with a twenty-something (very cool) lorry driver. This is the first book in close to a year which I've enjoyed to this extent. I love how it blurs the boundaries of what's possible and realistic, and what's not. Mackerels raining from the sky is never possible, but dancing naked in the rain before an isolated hut is. Just about.
Anyway. Off to Norway tomorrow! To see the Coffee Bean!! I've been waiting for this week for a long, long time. Even the half-hour I have between getting off one flight and boarding the next in Copenhagen doesn't seem too daunting.
I'll probably blog at some point. Matt, Joe, Jules, etc... postcard and maybe a video blog coming your way!
Happy Easter, people!
P.S.
Look! A little bit of Kiwi sandwiched between Ian McEwan, Alexander McCall Smith and Dan Rhodes. Mwuahahaha. Bit by bit, I am taking over the world. And it started here! ^^
kiwiqueen - 1. Apr, 11:51
