I didn't love this book as much as I wanted to. For one thing, I read "1Q84" earlier this year and am also now reading "Kafka on the Shore" and there were plot elements shared between the three books that actually had me confused about what I was reading. Young, isolated characters with backgrounds that include cults and identity issues and solitary cabins with mysterious happenings and/or occupants. One thing that I frequently feel with both Yoshimoto and Murakami is a disconnect between the action or scene occurring in the novel and the characters dialog. The character is acting or feeling one way but says something either completely opposite or off point that throws me for a loop. This was an interesting book but I felt as if I just skimmed along the surface of these characters live. I didn't understand them, but perhaps I wasn't supposed to.