"After Dark" was another quick read, and like most of Murakami's later works a bit of a disappointment. Sometimes when reading his books I feel as though I am reading the same story over and over again, with one very well developed story winding around a lesser developed story that ends up being more significant than the other. Except that latter part didn't happen this time. It won't deter me from reading more but it does make me nostalgic for "The Wind Up Bird", "Hard Boiled Wonderland" and "Kafka On the Shore".
I'm very much looking forward to my next read, borrowed from a good friend already dog-eared and with an uncountable number of pages bent back to the point where I am destined to lose my place every time I close the book. I'm excited to read something I've been interested in for a while, but never took the initiative to investigate or understand. Whether or not it'll influence me to try LSD or quit my government job, who knows?
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