Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

I read this book a few years ago when I was so crazy about Haruki Murakami. This book follows Tsukuru Tazaki journey of his youth, of his hope, heartbreak, and nightmares. Of what could've been, of what shouldn't have been, which in the end, did not even matter. Of train station, body of water, art, and music. You won't find an answer in this book(it might bother you), but maybe, you might find it within yourself. This book didn't want to say anything or answer anything!

Compared to previous Murakami books, it was bland.

Here's some quotes from the book that I like;

“He was quick, superintelligent, and had a way with words. Most of the time, though, he tried to not show any of that.

“What really shocked him, though, was how happy she looked. When she talked with that man, her whole face lit up. She had never showed such an unguarded expression when she was with Tsukuru, not once. With him, she always maintained a cool, controlled look. More than anything else, that’s what tore, unbearably, at his heart.”

“One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss.”

“Tsukuru Tazaki had nowhere he had to go. This was like a running theme of his life. He had no place he had to go to, no place to come back to. He never did, and he didn’t now.”