My other possible title for this review was “Now I know how to quit you”. You see, I have a long, complicated relationship with Murakami. I read Wind-Up Bird Chronicle something like thirteen years ago. I devoured that book. It was weird and fun and compelling. And deeply unsatisfying. Much like his other books, the whole is far less than the sum of its parts. And yet, I keep reading more. I’m honestly not sure why, when there are so many books to read in this way-too-short […]
It’s called jumping the shark for a reason
Paaatty: Alright. Lemme just start this off by saying I cannot take a shark shifter seriously when I keep pronouncing his name in my head as “Cohen-rad”. Like he’s my surfer accountant. Which begs the question: can I take a shark shifter seriously otherwise? No. Kaaatie: I was pronouncing it Kohen-raahd. Why do authors insist on using these odd spellings? I don’t understand. Out of curiosity, I googled sexy shark images. There is some truly disturbing shit out there. Paaatty: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? […]