Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

I liked this little story a lot, if not as much as Kafka by the Shore or The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Murakami takes two entirely separate but parallel worlds and weaves two entirely different stories that somehow make up two halves of a whole rather nicely. Murakami has a neat way of describing how someone who's seemingly well-adjusted and stable on the surface can be hiding something fractured underneath. I won't go into the plot or provide any sort of meaningful explanation about what I think everything meant, but I will say that I greatly enjoyed the last quarter of the book especially.

Always carry paperclips.