Feeling after reading south of the border, west of the sun

As a chinese girl who grew up with japanese literature and cartoon, I had a strong feeling of familiarity when I pick up a book names named (or entitled) south of the border,west of the sun. This afternoon I went to the biggest book shop in chengdu, and I find out found a chinese version of this novel. I read it the whole afternoon in the coffee shop I always stay at. I have to say, if it's not because it is chinese version so that I can read quickly, I can hardly finish reading it. Even though it was written in Chinese, I couldn't finish the book.*Not sure if this is what you wanted to say The life that Hajime has is had was so different from mine, I have a vage vague image of what it's like, and it's to too obscure for me to bring myself in.
During the hero Hajime's life, he is always finding something, which confused me. The relationship between Hajime and Shimamoto is also hard to understand. This kind of book reminds me of other Japanese novels. They are all not like a clear scenery. When you read the story, it's like you are standing in a forest covered with mist.
Maybe I should just remenber remember the feeling. Even though I am still unable to understand, but when the time is right, I will understand someday.
I will read an English version again and find out if there is are other interesting feelings~
【I know there must be lots of errors in the journal! I am not a native English speaker, so if anyone can correct them I would be very thankful!】