Perfect Girl

Re-reading something I love…

Haruki Murakami holds the power to enthrall me with his words.

Just by using a simple, sentence he transports his readers to a completely new dimension. Obsession isn’t a strong enough word to explain what I feel about his writing . Since my exams are over, I decided to relax by re-reading a few of his works. It still gets to me like the first time. Maybe he holds magic in his pen. A web that pulls me in like a whirlpool into  an unending abyss .

I was reading his short story about how he met his 100 percent perfect girl. I love the way he describes her.

Just perfect.

He doesn’t remember how her nose looks, he doesn’t say that she was an extraordinary beauty, just that she was perfect for him.