i absolutely absolutely need to grow some balls.
pathetic as pathetic can get, really.
anw, norwegian wood was love-hate.
it was mostly love at first, but post-movie talk w c later, i am not sure which more.
i know i am suppose to hate it, maybe i conditioned myself to love it.
meandering scenes and grueling mind games made it somewhat trying to get through,
but perhaps it was all part of the plot. perhaps its all just very japanese- the restraint and unnerving sense of gloom and perverseness(or was it just me??) that really did incite a certain degree of squeamishness.
those aside, everything else was pretty much sweetmeat for the eyes.
need to refresh with the book again.
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