I am enjoying a different sort of novel lately, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles by Haruki Murakami. I would classify it as Japanese magical realism. The main character is searching for meaning in his life, and in the process, encounters that he can develop the ability to travel, outside his body, into a different dimension.

I find myself thinking about it during the day, and looking for times when I can grab the book and read another chapter. I'm nearing the end now, and will be sad when I'm finished.

Novels still attract me more than non-fiction. I have several books on the nightstand, but the ones with narrative pull me strongest, every time.

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