Two summers ago, I sat in my backyard and read The Wind-Up Bird Choronicles by Haruki Murakami. On my days off, I would sit in the soft grass, shaded by the tallest tree in my Mother's yard. I moved only to adjust my position away from the sun and get water. What a great summer that was.
Well I'm back at it, reading After Dark, sitting in my own lawn now. The astrofurf isn't as comfortable but it's nice to have a little spot of my own. Murakami is an amazing Japanese author, easily my favorite. When I read his works it's hard to stop. At times, it feels as if the story is going along without me: and I can't let that happen.
from the desk of ryan o'keefe @ 4/26/2009