Just want to share with all you Bigsoccer readers. So if you have a few free minute, check it out. It won't cost you anything and you will be entertained to no end. http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Suzumiya_Haruhi Preview: here's the prologue. Prologue When did I stop believing in Santa Claus? In truth, this sort of silly question holds no real significance for me. However, if you were to ask me when I stopped believing that the old man wearing the red costume was Santa, then I can confidently say: I have never believed in Santa, ever. I knew that the Santa who appeared at my preschool Christmas party was a fraud, and now that I think about it, every one of my classmates shared the same look of disbelief watching our teacher pretend to be Santa. Although I had never seen mommy kissing Santa Claus, I was already wise enough to be suspicious about the existence of an old man who worked only on Christmas Eve. However, it took me quite a bit longer to realize that the aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, monsters and espers in those effects-filled 'good guys versus evil organization' cartoons didn't actually exist either. No, wait, I probably did realize, I just didn't want to admit it. Deep inside my heart I still wanted those aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, monsters, espers and evil organizations to suddenly appear. Compared to this boring, normal life of mine, the world of those flashy shows was much more exciting; I wanted to live in that world too! I wanted to be the one who saved the girl kidnapped by aliens and imprisoned in a bowl-like fortress. I wanted to be the one who used my courage, intelligence and trusty laser gun to fight against villains from the future trying to change history for their own gain. I wanted to be someone who could banish demons and monsters with a single spell, battle against mutants or psychics from evil organizations, and engage in telepathic fights! But wait, calm down. If I really were ever attacked by aliens or whatever, how could I ever possibly fight against them? I don't even have any special powers! Well then, how about this: one day, a mysterious new student transfers to my class. Except he's really an alien or from the future, and he has telepathic abilities. When he gets into a fight with the bad guys, all I need to do is find a way to get involved in his war. He'll handle all the fighting and I can just be his flunky sidekick. Oh my god, this is great, I am so clever! Or maybe, if that doesn't work, how about this: one day, a mysterious power inside me awakens, something like a telekinetic or psychic ability. I discover that a lot of other people in this world also have similar powers, and then some sort of paranormal society recruits me. I'll become part of this organization and protect the world against evil mutants. Unfortunately, reality is surprisingly cruel... No one got transferred to my class. I've never seen a UFO. When I went to places that were rumored to be haunted, nothing showed up. Two hours of intense staring didn't make my pencil move a single millimeter, and glaring at my classmate's head didn't reveal his thoughts to me either. I couldn't help but get depressed at how normal the laws of physics were. I began to stop watching for UFOs and paying attention to paranormal TV shows because I finally convinced myself it was impossible. I even reached a point where I only had a sense of nostalgia for those things. After junior high, I completely grew out of that fantasy world and became utterly grounded in reality. Nothing happened in 1999, even though I kept hoping, just a bit, that something would; mankind hadn't returned to the moon or gone beyond it. I suppose, from the way things are looking, that I'll be long dead before you can book a round trip from Earth to Alpha Centauri. With those sorts of pedestrian thoughts in my mind, I became a normal, carefree senior high student. That is, until the day I met Suzumiya Haruhi. ------------------------------------ It's really really good. Read the first chapter at least. -------------- Chapter 1 After I had signed up for a local senior high school, I soon regretted it, as the school I was attending was sitting atop a long, steep hill. Even in spring, I would become so boiled and sweaty just from climbing the road that I would feel like I was climbing a mountain. Every time I remembered this, along with the fact that for the next three years I would have to repeat the same thing everyday in the morning, I already felt tired and depressed. I overslept a bit today, and perhaps that was why I walked so much faster, or perhaps that was why I was so tired then. I could have woken up ten minutes earlier, but, as all of you know, you sleep best right before it's time to get up. I didn't want to waste those ten precious minutes. So I realized I could never wake up early after all, which meant that I would need to repeat this early exercise for the next three years. This was just too depressing. That was the reason for my grim face during the entrance ceremony. Everyone else in the unnecessarily large auditorium had the "starting a new journey" look on their face. You know, the unique look: the hopeful, yet filled with uncertainty one that every new student wears when they enter a new school. For me, this was not the case — a lot of old classmates from my former junior high school were also coming to this school. To cap it off, a few of my friends were also here. Thus, I didn't look as worried-or excited-as other people did. The boys were in blazers, and the girls in sailor uniforms. Wow, that's a pretty weird combination. Maybe the principal giving a monotonous speech on the stage had some sort of fetish for sailor uniforms. As I was thinking about these useless things, the idiotic ceremony finally ended. I, along with my not-so-welcome new classmates, entered the 1-5 classroom. Our homeroom teacher, Okabe-sensei, with his practiced-for-an-hour-in-front-of-a-mirror smile, walked to the front of the class and gave a self-introduction. He first said that he was teaching PE, and was the coach of the handball team. Then he moved on to his bygone days like how, back when he was in university, he used to play in a handball team, even won the championship, and that this school was seriously lacking in handball players, so whoever joined the team would become a regular instantly. And then he continued about how handball was the most interesting sport in the world, and so on and so forth, forth, forth. Just when I thought that he would never finish, he suddenly blurted out: "Now, why don't you introduce yourselves one by one?" This kind of thing was already expected, so I wasn't really surprised. One by one, the guys in the left line of the class started to introduce themselves. They raised their hands, then announced their names, the names of their old schools, and other trivial stuff, such as their hobbies or favorite foods. Some people mumbled their way through it, a few made some pretty interesting intros, while some tried to tell lame jokes that lowered the room's atmosphere. As the other people introduced themselves, my turn was approaching. I'm starting to get nervous! You must understand how I'm feeling right now, don't you? After I managed to finish my carefully-thought-out, short-length introduction without stammering my words the best I could, I sat down feeling the relief of having finished something unpleasant but inevitable. The person behind me stood up for her turn and―Oh, I probably won't forget this for the rest of my life―said the words that would become a legend. "My name is Suzumiya Haruhi. I graduated from East Junior High." Up to this point the introduction was still normal, so I didn't even bother turning around to look at her. I just stared towards the front and listened to her crisp voice. "I don't have interest in ordinary people. If anyone here is an alien, time traveler, slider, or esper, please come see me! That is all." Upon hearing that, I couldn't help but turn around. She had long black hair. Her cute face was filled with a daring and challenging look as the rest of the class stared at her. Her seriousness and determination shone through her glinting eyes and long eyebrows. Her small lips were tightly closed. This was my first impression of this girl. I still remember how gleaming her white neck was — standing there was an astounding beauty. Haruhi, with her provocative eyes, scanned the class slowly, stopped to glare at me (I had my mouth wide open), and then sat down without so much as a smile. Was that supposed to be funny? At that moment I believe everyone's mind was filled with question marks, and that everyone was confused as to what his or her reaction should be. "Should I laugh?" Nobody knew. Well, judging by the conclusion, it wasn't a joke nor a matter of laughing, as Haruhi has never said any of them. She is always serious. This is based on my own experience—It can't be wrong. After the fairy of silence hovered around the classroom for about thirty seconds, the homeroom teacher, hesitating, signaled the next person to continue, and finally the tense atmosphere was lifted. That is how we first encountered. I solemnly swear ― I really want to believe it was just a coincidence. . . . Click to read the rest of chapter 1. All I can say is this is one of the most entertaining novels I have ever read. It's very popular in Japan (sold more than 30 million copies at the least). I believe all the translations into English are finished. Almost all for Spanish.