I think this book felt less of a Murakami book rather than his usual longer books. It read like a tale, a forgotten myth almost which i really liked! Made me feel as if loneliness and death are pretty much the only two permeant things that are certain in life. It sounds sad and the book is pretty sad. It went REALLY fast so that sadness was a bit dulled due to how fast it ended. The story itself was pretty interesting tho. I liked it. :) And if only Murakami had skipped the whole "giant p*nis" shit and sexual-ness it would have been like a 100 times better. 

As i grow and read more (better) literature, i start to see the flaws of Murakami. I really appreciate his style of writing but do we really need all that unnecessary sexual orientated stuff? No, we do not. I hope he learns someday. Or i hope i find an author who has similar writing style but is less creepy and misogynistic. :)