I was really disappointed by this book. It was well-written but it couldn't compare to Cloud Atlas, or even Ghostwritten. David Mitchell is a fantastic writer, but it felt like I was reading Haruki Murakami. If I had wanted to reread Kafka on the Shore or The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, I would have. This was Mitchell's second effort, so maybe he was in a sophomore slump? I still have high hopes for Black Swan Green.