Kafka on the Shore

I've just finished reading the book, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami.

It made me think of somebody.

Somehow the book gave me some sort of closure.
A closure I needed for a long time.

I feel the book is those kind of books where you interpret it in whatever way you want. There isn't a right way of doing so. Neither there is a wrong way.

For me. My own interpretation would be of some love story. 
I love the way the author described the different human emotions. Something you won't be able to express or understand. Of course, I am nothing but an illusion of guilt and longing.

The book feels like a horror story to me too. A mad cat-killer. Eating hearts. Geez, goosebumps. If the author like cats, why would he want to write about the sick cat-killer ?

The whole book is like a literature book for literature students to study.

The book appeals to me simply because, there's no ending.
Unlike Inception the movie that cause some sleepless nights. I don't like endings that leave you hanging in the air.
This book doesn't hang me in the air. In fact, its the best ending for a story like that.

Sometimes, no ending is an ending.

'Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.'
- Kafka, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami