

I've had to give this one a few weeks to settle. I still haven't decided if I loved it or hated it, but in a weird way, that's what's most impressive about this book. The plot was... disorienting. I loved the idea of “things” having a voice and a life of their own with desires and needs of their own – That premise certainly had the potential to be corny or silly, but I think Ozeki really pulls it off.
That being said, I have no desire to read this book again. I still can't put my finger on it, but it made me uneasy and a little sad (not just the themes of mental illness, death, and depression, but also the writing style itself).
I've had to give this one a few weeks to settle. I still haven't decided if I loved it or hated it, but in a weird way, that's what's most impressive about this book. The plot was... disorienting. I loved the idea of “things” having a voice and a life of their own with desires and needs of their own – That premise certainly had the potential to be corny or silly, but I think Ozeki really pulls it off.
That being said, I have no desire to read this book again. I still can't put my finger on it, but it made me uneasy and a little sad (not just the themes of mental illness, death, and depression, but also the writing style itself).