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Pensive Wood...

I just finished Norwegian Wood. I had left off reading it for a while because my workload got in the way of my enjoying it. But I finally got round to reading it again and the contents of the book has left me a little bit depressed. I suppose it's because on a personal level the book just resonated with me. I understood how the main character of the book felt and what's worse, I saw parallels in those feelings with those of my own. But it left me depressed, like I said before.

Not a bad sort of depressed, mind you. It's a sort of thoughtful, melancholic sort of depression. The kind where your heart feels like it's being clutched and you can't breathe, but your mind seems a little bit detached from it all and is quietly observing the feelings. It's one of those more enjoyable sort of depressions, if such a thing exists.

A great, thoughtful book. I recommend it wholeheartedly. Even if you've never been in love (and that's coming from someone who hasn't ever been in love...or at least I THINK I've never been in love).

Rumoku: Now a Master at love...