It's been awhile since the last time I read a fiction, or a chapter. Today, I read The Silence, a short story by Haruki Murakami. That time, my heart was pumping so loud I felt every part of me expanding synchronizedly.
I'm not exaggerating neither do I lie about it. It feels great to read again although having my mind concentrating it was hard plus the throb I had. My head wandered to places and things escaping from being trapped with the content of the book I had to read line by line over again.
After all, english lit is the best. I can't wait to read japanese novels and discover everyone's minds worth going thorough.