Poetic wandering and unlikely encounters

There are about 2 or 3 years I read this book, knowing nothing but loving Murakami discover Japanese literature. I have no specific recollection, if not that of a spell that has haunted me page after page. I tried to interest my surroundings there, but without much success, unfortunately. The opportunity to buy this book because I had back then borrowed library allowed me to immerse myself in the magic of this work: 3 or 4 characters, some friendly, others are more uncertain, are introduced progressively in the chapters of the book who apparently have no coherence between them and slowly we begin to see how these fates intertwine, interact with each other unconsciously, towards an end that appears inevitable. In particular, I found the character Nakata extremely touching, but it is obvious that the true hero of the book, Kafka Tamura, proves a very strong character despite his youth: his self-discipline away from the caricature of "Student runaway and out of school," his willingness to learn at every opportunity and in every game he does, including the strange and endearing librarian. Despite the nostalgia that emerges from this story, one can only feel optimistic for Kafka, who finally faced his old demons, will resume her life.