First time I read anything by Murakami was during a three week cycling tour of the west coast (of Scotland). About two weeks in, I had read (and afterwards used as firestarters) all my books. It was a solo tour and I was beginning to get a bit stir-crazy.
I was on a ferry – can’t remember which one – and noticed the sarin gas attack book sitting on an outside seat. I kept an eye on it and when I realised it wasn’t going to be claimed, I pocketed it, feeling slightly guilty….
It lasted me a few days and saved my sanity, at the same time almost buckling it!
Since read all the rest of his stuff and although it’s very different from that first odd book, I’ve enjoyed it all. Even the talking cat.