“I ransack public libraries, and find them full of sunken treasure.”
Libraries are wonderful places, and I can't help but feel incredibly grateful for the fact I live very close to one. Whenever I'm in a particularly lethargic mood, I'll almost always take a trip to my local library in the hope I'll come home with a heavy stack of books that can preoccupy my mind.
When I last went to the library I picked up a couple of books by Murakami; I picked up Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman as I've been meaning to read more of his short stories for a long time, as well as What I Talk About When I Talk About Running as I'm deeply interested in learning more about Murakami and his thought process. Murakami's work is so acutely profound, yet reads effortlessly, and I'm slowly making my way through everything he has written.
Following on from this, I also picked up What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver – which I've already read and highly recommend. I picked this up due to the heavy influence Carver has had on Murakami's writing, as well as Carver's artistry when it comes to the short story form.
Another book I grabbed was Under the Skin because I adored The Crimson Petal and the White (also by Michel Faber). Again, I've already read this one. This book honestly made for the weirdest reading experience I've ever had… I did love the sheer insanity of the whole thing though.
The last two books I borrowed were To Rise Again at a Decent Hour by Joshua Ferris and The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro. I've been meaning to read the former ever since I went to the Man Booker reading last year and I heard Joshua Ferris read the opening of this novel. In terms of the latter, I'm a huge Kazuo Ishiguro fan – I just love his writing. Despite the negative reviews this book has received (mostly due to critics not taking fantasy seriously – but that's another story), I'm still looking forward to this.