The story flows so smoothly, as if the authort didn't overthink what's his reader -- a reader like me who have so much in my mind with every events took place in this story -- would think. One thing for sure it is maybe because the story was written with prose that's definitely beautiful.

Norwegian Wood; for me is a tragic, sad, dark and somewhat depressing. It depicted the stories of people, lost in their way trying to find something to hold on to in life as parts of the it -- piece by piece -- started to fade away. We can see these characters with different ways of living their life, everyone to come with their own life perspective. And we can also find how mental health played so many roles in the flow of this book.

Told in the point of view Toru Watanabe -- the smart guy who loved reading -- looking back at the year of 18 years ago. Toru Watanabe seemed to have a persona that everyone around him found solace and peace in. These 'twisted' people often felt 'normal' with him, I don't know whether it was how undertsanding he was or how he seemed to not give a damn of what he thought about anyone -- or maybe Toru himself was 'twisted' too. The death of his bestfriend Kizuki, took away part of his life, that perhaps he had hope to find again in Naoko -- Kizuki' girlfriend -- and Naoko had hope too to find in him, as the two started building up the relationship between them, for they were the only thing that connect the both of them to the living of Kizuki.

The total amount of suicides took place along the story; from Kizuki, Naoko's sister, Hatsumi and then Naoko herself --  brought me to feel almost nothing; or actually it was too painful that it numbed you -- did they fail in life or did life failed them to make them took their own lives -- I realized that I didn't cry even once while reading this book. It had set an emptiness for me, void from any feeling, any sensory of detecting emotion. Even the way the book ended still left me wondering; there was something to decipher definitely -- or was it just me whom always overthink everything. Still, for me I found that so many things are still unanswered, questions are still lingering of what actually had happened after all of that.

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In this mortal world if you don't hold onto something that is right to hold onto, you'll always find yourself dawn to an ending before the end.

Without a true purpose in life a soul is just as fragile as it could be, easily broken and shattered and anguished, and slowly vanished before time.