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Book Review: The Strange Library by Haruki Murakami

 Written by Haruki Murakami,  the Strange Library is a Short and a Sweet read with a pinch of horror- thriller thoughts with a person of absurd goal !   The other world  the captivating feature of Murakami books also have a mention in this story. 

Want another reason to pick up this one ? It had for some beautiful illustrations too.

The book unravels the story of a young boy , who upon his visit to the library gets stuck for somebody else's plan , like a  worm🪱 for a fish. 

The escape is a hard one to accomplish.

There is another man, The Sheep Man, as the boy calls him who is stuck with the fear to consequences upon his escape and hence abides by the words of The Old Man, the master mind of whole scrutiny.

The only thing which I want to mention is that, the girl in the story could have been describes as something more than a Pretty Girl.

Otherwise, the story was a fun and engaging read.the end was unexpected and that's what Thrills ! ..

Thank you.

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