The Murakami, (he's interviewed here in Salon) was glorious. Both subtle, and moving. Plays with the idea of time - explores how what happens in the past affects who and what we are in the present. Is also about our ability to hurt others - and what that means for how we behave, and should/could behave.

Just finished The Stars Can Wait by Jay Basu. Reminded me that everyone has a story. Basu's story is actually his grandfather's. It's gorgeously told in any case.

Right-oh - finished The Da Vinci Code. Predictably pants, but got me through a couple of car journeys this weekend.

On to South of the Border, West of the Sun by the wonderful Murakami. Apparently, and according to the friend who lent it to me, it's a "middle-aged 'Norwegian Wood'".