4.26.2009

Summertime reads...


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.

2 comments:

devan mickell said...

i totally feel the same way about some books (if i put it down i'll get left behind and miss something)...

TL said...

You don't know me.
We're MySpace friends (not that that means anything) because I love your writing. I told you so once. I don't expect you to remember.
But sometimes, I'm convinced that if we knew each other, we'd be friends. This entry is one of those times.