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Binnudeya

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1Q84 - Haruki Murakami Is it too long?
-YES
Does it have too many food recipes that one could be a chef after reading the massive 1300 pages ?
-YES
Do all characters summarize the story every two pages?
-YESSSSS!



On the bright side; The writing and the story is amazing, explicit and unique well it`s a Murakami after all.

It`s mainly about two main characters, Aomame and tengo which are pulled into a new world of 1Q84 instead of the ordinary world of 1984 where two moons hang in the sky, the usual yellow bright moon and a smaller greenish one. They were in elemantry school together. One special encounter is what stayed with them even after 20 years apart, alone in a classroom where he was looking out of a window and Aomame came and held his hand as they stood perfectly still, the moon showing from the open window behind them in broad daylight. And their life is irreversibly changed forever.


Now they`ve entered the world of 1Q84 where two moons hung in the sky, little people emerged from the dead, voices talk to specific people, air chrysalis is weaved and dohta emerges from within, voids are created by ones who pases to the other worlds, friends are mourned and fathers make their minds to leave the world and their own consciousness to make rounds in their own minds.



“Ayumi had a great emptiness inside her, like a desert at the edge of the earth. You could try watering it all you wanted, but everything would be sucked down to the bottom of the world, leaving no trace of moisture. No life could take route there. Not even birds would fly over it. What had created such a wasteland inside Ayumi, only she herself knew. No, maybe not even Ayumi knew the true cause. But one of the biggest factors had to be twisted sexual desires that men around Ayumi had forced upon her.
As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create the sunny personality that she became.
But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it.
Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke from a nightmare.
What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84