Every time I read a Murakami book, I promise myself that I'm not going to read another, because they are just so bad. Time passes and eventually someone convinces me that I just have not read the right novel of his yet. Uhg! When will it end!

I finished this book, being left with no point. Almost all questions that developed were left unanswered. When she climbed down the emergency exit, I should have done the same with this book and moved on to something else.