Phenomenal ending. I read the first volume months ago and even I caught many of the ways this final volume was interwoven with the other volumes. I'm still mad about how horribly they treated Xi-feng, who will forever be my favorite. Bao-chai really did end up being just the worst didn't she?

I especially liked when Tereza went up that hill "of her own will".

The whole time I was thinking why not just not push back against the courts it seems like there are no consequences besides having to sit through inquiries but actually I was so very wrong.

The next time I get sick I'll just sit in front of my plant grow light and see what happens

What a tedious and apathetic group of people to focus on. And yet, quite unavoidably, the very picture of what it is to be human.

Greed certainly makes the world go round

I wish I had a job where I could just leave the country for months at a time with no repercussions.

I'm impressed with how many times previously established plotlines can be delivered as though they are new information.

Parachuting for charity certainly is a novel idea

Okay but whose pants were they????

The snow falls even on the maple leaves.

Once again women must shoulder the entire mental burden

The lesson clearly being that every acquaintance you ever make will be a tool at your disposal at some future date. And journaling is a must.

A book that caught my eye at work. There were pages where I felt like I was just looking at my TBR, but also plenty I'd never heard of.

If I had a nickel for every time this book has the phrase "traditionally built"...

I, too, like to lock my door sometimes thank you very much.

Usually perfectly adequate and at times rather beautiful

What a despicable group of people. I loved it.

I, too, would hang a book from a clothesline if properly inspired.

All very devastating but in very different ways.

The plot was all over the place and for what? I can't find it in me to feel bad for Solo he didn't even try to learn the truth.

Every single second of this book was terrifying. I don't ever want to see or hear about sand ever again.

This not-memoir is even more memoir-like than all of the memoirs I've read combined.

Good but some of the plot points didn't weave together very well.

Oh to be a baker who dreams only of boar hunting.

Am I missing something or am I really supposed to brush my hair until it crackles?

My favorite part about Murakami books is when they characters just nonchalantly do insane things.

So it seems that everything is by chance, in one way or another.

Honestly I would classify this as a feel-good story even though most of it definitely didn't make me feel good.

Unexpectedly heartwarming