The hands of the clock buried inside her soul ground to a halt then. Time outside, of course, flows on as always, but she isn't affected by it. For her, what we consider normal time is essentially meaningless.
I can be honest, this one got me struggling. It took me more than a year to finish. First and second half of the book in both ends of the year. Nevertheless, the book took me for quite some trip. Of course it asks more questions than gives you answers, but in that special Murakami way that at the very end you feel smitten. With characters, places, music and words. After you finish it, it stays with you as "Norwegian Wood" did. Both of them is something stronger and deeper than "Wild Sheep Chase". You struggle to read them but they stay with you longer and make you think harder. All those loose ends keep trying to connect in my brain and explain everything that happened in "Kafka on the Shore" and give me meaning. And of course they do. In my own way. And it seems that this is what Murakami intended.