est. June 2002, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me. She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood? She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere, So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair. I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine. We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed." She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath. And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown. So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood. c John Lennon, Paul McCartney
Thanks for a great conversation about Murakami's Norwegian Wood. Once again, we learned there was more there than meets the eye... and I continue to be amazed how an already enjoyable reading experience can be enhanced by talking about it afterwards. Way better than just reading book reviews!
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