so I started Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami last night; I'm only about 50 pages in but so far it's absolutely fucking wonderful. I love the moods Murakami mines in general so I was expecting to get into this but it's appealing to every one of my aesthetic sensibilities -- being lovelorn, having nowhere to call home, drifting, the supernatural / surreal, etc. it's brilliant.
also picked up a Cummings anthology yesterday that I've been reading a few poems from every now and again. love the guy but I already knew that. my favorite poet, probably.