I believe that love is the necessary fuel that allows us to continue living. Someday this love may end. Or it might lead nowhere. But, even if it fades, even if it goes unanswered, you can still hold on to the memory of loving someone, of falling in love with someone. And this is a valuable source of heat.

In his fifth collection of short stories, the wizard of weird, enigmatic fiction Haruki Murakami returns with a series of heartbreakingly intimate stories about love, loneliness, childhood and memory, written in the first singular, that expertly balance reality and unreality , in a mix of magical realism and nostalgic autobiography.

Dream states, invented jazz albums, talking monkeys who steal the names of the women they love, a passion for music and baseball, lost youth and teenage love: eight mysterious and philosophical masterful short stories from the undisputed chronicler of the modern alienation.

Thus, memory became one of my most valuable emotional tools, a means of survival almost. Like a soft kitten curled up warm in the huge pocket of a coat, where it immediately falls asleep.