I read most of the novel on the plane ride home from Dublin. I did not particularly find it to be an engaging page turner -- the plane just did not have individual monitors on the backs of the seats, perfect for voracious movie watching. This is my third Murakami novel, and while this one was more normal, compared to the other bizarrenesses I've read, it just didn't strike any chords. The narrator recalls his college days and two of his significant relationships. I mean the language (translated) is pretty, but the story line was no stand-in for a good airplane movie, for which I happened to be in the mood.
3 out of 5