I wanted to love this book, but to be honest I came away wondering what the point of it all was. It felt like Murakami tried hard to explore themes like fate, taboo, life and death, and the relationship between dreams and reality. But I can't say I think he managed it particularly well in this book. There was more surrealism than actual substance, and I don't think he chose an effective narrative structure. The secondary characters were actually more compelling than Kafka and Nakata. I thought Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World was a much better book and enjoyed reading it more.