I picked up this book without having any knowledge about the plot or the writing style of the author. Well, that’s what I do now a days because I feel like when I am trying too hard on shortlisting a book for my next read, I keep exploring more plots and reviews, than actually picking up the book itself. I wanted to end this never-ending drama about choosing my next book. It should not be that difficult, right? So anyway, all I knew about Kafka on the shore was this:
First of all, there is no need to get defensive about my review here. We all know how many times people recommend this book in their TBR list, I was too. If you love this book, all I am saying is that, I didn’t hate it.
How many of us know such people in the real world? People who seem rude, arrogant, know-it-all. And what do we do when we cross paths with them? We judge them. Left, right and center. Maintain our distance thinking who has the strength and patience to deal with such an ass.
How many months have I taken to finish this book? I can’t even remember. Blame my hectic work hours or my laziness, it was difficult to take out time to read. In fact, I didn’t even touch my kindle for a WHOLE WEEK because I was so exhausted at the end of the day. This book also must share some part of the blame since it started on such a boring note. The chapters? Longer than ever.
Agatha Christie. What can I say about her? A mastermind, truly. She was the one who first introduced me to the world of crime, needless to say, I have been hooked ever since. Her work is still considered to be an epitome of sheer perfect crime novels. Every book she has written is mind-boggling. I have always read her books at such a fast pace, my heart racing, reading them at a stretch because I couldn’t put them down. But this one tops them all! It is an extraordinary, gripping and timeless novel!