Today I finished reading Murakami's memoir about running.
So fitting since I've picked the "sport" up again.
Again, with no expectations, I picked this up just out of curiosity and without any knowledge that Murakami himself is an avid runner-
someone who's run at least one marathon every year for the past 26 years.
I was unimpressed with Murakami's writing but was more interested in what he had to say about running, something I'll definitely be revisiting when I train for a marathon in the future.
If anything, he's only re-convinced me that all artists are slightly tortured souls and kind of always neurotic.
In my opinion.
Kiki bought this for my birthday present and I only read half. :)
I think my mom would enjoy this more.
Not going to lie, the internet novels I used to read in high school were way more fun.
(Ie. 늑대의 유혹)
It wasn't.
Still think it's worth the read. A little too Korean-drama styles but the last novella was quite touching.
Re-read of one of my favorites.
Not sure about that anymore.
Not going to be reading as much anymore- maybe a book a month?
Undertaking a little research project for now.
It's 8:39 pm and I'm going to bed.
Barely 4 hrs of sleep last night and all day meeting with no lunch break.
Pooped.
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