Don't we all grieve differently?

I chose to listen to this book purely because it was an hour long and I needed something during my drive home.
What started as an utterly absurd story about a boy being forced to read in a library, turned out to be a story of grief. And when the realisation dawned on me, I gasped.

It's Murakami. It's a genre of its own! Absurdity, that out-of-body feeling, that feeling of hallucination, all was present in this novella.

I have nothing more to say about this book apart from how it's an unusual book on grief and how this boy perceives it.