Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Artwork by Carolina Zordan.

The following sketches, made by hand and later modified and coloured on Photoshop, represent those passages from the book that painted an impression in my mind, visualising clear images and the feeling of experiencing at first-hand the emotions of the characters, Carolina Zordan 

Long  after  the firefly had  disappeared,  the trail  of its light remained inside me, its pale,  faint  glow hovering  on and  on in the  thick darkness behind my eyelids like a lost soul. More than once I tried stretching my hand out in the dark. My fingers touched nothing. The faint glow remained, just beyond my grasp. p.57

[…]  even  if  we  hadn’t  met  that  day,  my  life  might  not  have  been  any  different.  We  were  supposed  to  meet.  If  not  then,  some  other  time.  I  didn’t  have any basis for thinking this: it was just a feeling. p.72

My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else. I felt almost guilty being me. p.35

When  we’re  not  farming,  we  read  or  listen  to  music  or  knit.  We  don’t  have  TV  or  radio,  but  we  do  have  a  very  decent  library  with  books  and  records. The record collection has everything from Mahler symphonies to the Beatles, and I’m always borrowing records to listen to in my room. p. 106