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Sputnik Sweetheart, Suicide for the Romantically challenged - Aray!



"So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us, that's snatched right out of our hands, even if we are left compeletely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence."

- "K" (Spuntik Sweetheart)

Are we really living lives of quiet desperation? Waiting for the next moment, the next high just so we won't hear the deafening noise of melancholy?

Don't read this novel if you're nursing a broken heart. You might find yourself leaping from the tallest buidling in Makati knowing that you have no superpowers.

The Sputnik Sweetheart is a heartfelt novel for me. All the characters I can definitely relate to, especially "K", the loner, introverted secret lover of Sumire. He is her friend and companion and they share their innermost feelings and thoughts with each other. The type of relationship that involves 3 am telephone calls and the other won't mind. Because they are a part of each other whether they admit it or not. But they could never be together - together because Sumire is in love with someone else, another woman 17 years her senior - whew!. It's a chasing game, the one loves the other, but that other loves another, and so on... just like in real life sometimes.

Murakami really twists your brain (nosebleed!). He knows what rocks the human soul because he has been there. It's not the story, it's the language, the use of words, the metaphor of life. I love him!

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