Kafka on the Shore

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm. You walk into it and it becomes your direction.

Oshima said the world's most dangerous thing is a strong person who thinks clearly. Still processing.

Fish raining from the sky and I accepted it by page forty. Murakami negotiates early.

Nakata lost his shadow in the war and gained the ability to talk to cats. Fair trade?

The entrance stone turned over. Portals are just questions with weather.

Saeki's painting of the beach. The title never says whose storm it is.

Colonel Sanders as a concept in a suit. The book's best recruiter.

Oedipus prophecy averted, sort of. Murakami keeps the wound and rewrites the guilt.

Sleep in the library, wake in the forest. Some chapters you must live, not read.

Carried out of it: the storm doesn't choose you. Your walk through it does.