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3.77 AVERAGE
3.77 AVERAGE
emotional
reflective
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
emotional
hopeful
mysterious
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Read it multiple times, one of the best books I’ve ever read
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Why do I even read Murakami when I know what I'll feel? There is a limit to what I'm willing to overlook in the name of good literature.
Murakami creeps me out. I think I may be afraid (or spooked) by something I cannot understand, which is the case in this book. While I suck at analysing, I didn't give up on reading. The combination of metaphors, thought-provoking lines, and not knowing whether one thing happened in reality or in dreams is absolutely a recipe for making me uncomfortable, but nevertheless, I find this good (I even shelved this in 'interesting reads'. lol).
The quote hunter in me has gathered these quotables:
"We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me."
"Devouring books came as naturally to us as breathing."
"But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows—maybe even tomorrow."
"What’s nurtured slowly grows well."
"She sounded like she was trying to pick a fight. Like she wanted to kick something and send it flying, but lacking a suitable target had attacked my choice of reading matter."
"You grabbed hold of my heart with a rare intensity."
"We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way."
"Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it 190 all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the Earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?"
"The me sitting here and the image of me I have are out of sync. To put it another way, I don’t particularly need to be here, but nonetheless here I am. I know I’m being vague, but you understand me, don’t you?"
"I find it hard to talk about myself. I’m always tripped up by the eternal who am I? paradox."
"Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer holidays and a brand-new puppy all rolled into one."
The quote hunter in me has gathered these quotables:
"We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me."
"Devouring books came as naturally to us as breathing."
"But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows—maybe even tomorrow."
"What’s nurtured slowly grows well."
"She sounded like she was trying to pick a fight. Like she wanted to kick something and send it flying, but lacking a suitable target had attacked my choice of reading matter."
"You grabbed hold of my heart with a rare intensity."
"We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way."
"Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it 190 all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the Earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?"
"The me sitting here and the image of me I have are out of sync. To put it another way, I don’t particularly need to be here, but nonetheless here I am. I know I’m being vague, but you understand me, don’t you?"
"I find it hard to talk about myself. I’m always tripped up by the eternal who am I? paradox."
"Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer holidays and a brand-new puppy all rolled into one."
Fascinating and dreamlike. Wonderful in a lot of ways. But yet again Murakami fails to write female characters.
emotional
mysterious
reflective
relaxing
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
An intimate response to the question of what the loneliness mean
I didn't expect anything with this novel, but I was pleasantly surprised it centred two women in a complicated lesbian situationship...however, narrated by Sumiro's male friend. I would've preferred perspectives from Sumiro as well. I loved really enjoyed the second half of the novel.
Poetically simple, but followed 22-year old Sumiro as she grows up but becomes consumed by a relationship of unrequited physical love. In Sputnik Sweetheart, there is another world - a dimension where another half or the whole of yourself might exist. A splintering of someone sometimes seems to happen under traumatic events or duress, a way to protect oneself perhaps. In a way, it's beautiful, but also the person that's left behind may appear only as a shell of who they once were, a reverberation of echos and mirrors.
Poetically simple, but followed 22-year old Sumiro as she grows up but becomes consumed by a relationship of unrequited physical love. In Sputnik Sweetheart, there is another world - a dimension where another half or the whole of yourself might exist. A splintering of someone sometimes seems to happen under traumatic events or duress, a way to protect oneself perhaps. In a way, it's beautiful, but also the person that's left behind may appear only as a shell of who they once were, a reverberation of echos and mirrors.
“The Earth, after all, doesn't creak and groan its way around the Sun just so human beings can have a good time and a bit of a laugh.”