This was my first Murakami, but I won’t let my conflicting thoughts on it put me off reading more of his works; perhaps I shouldn’t have started here, though. I kept expecting all of the interesting concepts to tie together and they never did, and I was so disappointed. But then I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so maybe that was the point?

Tfw you can’t stop writing about a thirteen year old’s boobies tho.