Ugh, this seems to become a regular thing... but I could not get into the story, delayed it, chose other things to read, turned back to it, had a hard time enjoying it...
It's not bad but, like other Murakami novels (with the notable exception of the "Egg... Wonderland..." one) I seem to miss the deeper philosophical or emotional meaning or layer and I simply Do. Not. Care. So. Much.
There were good pieces, and I was - obviously - quite interested in the strange things happening when he's in the well, passing into that other reality with the room 208 in the hotel, the woman talking to him in different voices, the dark anger trying to attack him...
But did the story grasp me? No.
