I found this quote by Haruki Murakami slightly amusing, “what counts isn’t the number of copies a book sells but how the novelist’s messages can reach the readers”.

Recently he published his newest book 1Q84 in Japan (no talks yet of when it will be translated).  It was highly anticipated and mostly due to the fact that people only knew that it would be two volumes.  Murakami didn’t want any other information about the story to be leaked as he was worried the book would make less of an impact.  This is mostly due to when Kafka on the Shore was published as bits of the story was leaked and Murakami believed it took away from the impact of the story.

He has finally talked more about the story and it’s inspiration in an article from Guardian.  Which I felt to be too much, as Guardian tells quite a bit about the plot (so just read the beginning and end of the article if you don’t want it to be spoiled).

Murakami reveals Orwell and Aum as twin inspirations for new novel


And summer begins…

With planning a wedding, taking 6 units of graduate school work, and working full-time, I chose to let this blog fall the wayside for a bit.  And also because honestly, I was not reading much besides picture books for my one children’s literature class.  But now we’re married and the classes are over (did excellently in spite of my growing insanity and frustration at class assignments).  Summer has somehow found its way here too with temperatures suddenly over 90.  About time, because I’m ready to go to the beach.

Since coming back from our fabulous honeymoon in Italy, I’ve been reading Marco Polo’s Travels (since we after all in Venice for 2 days) and Book of Lost Things by Connolly.  It’s a nice way to ease back into the habit of reading again.  And to take a break from furiously unpacking.

Hopefully by the end of this weekend we will have our library/study unpacked.  The shelves are up, but I need to weed again some of our books so our favorites can fit on the shelves.  I think I will be putting the OED on a small shelf underneath our stairway.  We’ll see how it looks.  Brian is skeptical.

And eventually, we’ll get a couch.  At least we have our bookshelves.  It felt more like home once they were unpacked and on the shelves.  I do love my books, but not more than my husband.