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Well, despite a fresh round of the yicky sicks, I ended up reading Snow Country by Yasunari Kawabata... and finishing it. A quick read, it didn't have to drag me through it kicking and screaming. I ran along with it of my own free will. Beautiful and melancholy, I don't think I've ever read anything with such strikingly poetic language. To think, this copy is only a translation. I'd love to come to a point where I can read the original and understand what nuances may have been lost. What can I say? In less than a single day I've become rather fond of Snow Country.