I started and finished Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami.
Although Murakami can confuse the hell out of me, somehow, I don't mind because it's all written so beautifully.
I was geared up for this big reveal at the end and when it didn't quite come, I still didn't mind because I enjoyed the journey.
I just started Blindness by Jose Saramago. I had other books to read ahead of this one but this is a borrowed book so I only have so much time with it.