Today I will be talking about IQ84 by Haruki Murakami, a book I finished at half past midnight and have mixed feelings about. This blog post will contain **SPOILERS**, so if you haven’t read it and are planning to do so you may wish to bail. I would offer you this counsel before you head though: if you’ve never read Murakami before, maybe don’t start here.

You may remember Lyndsay Wheble from her website, Tolstoy is my Cat – or perhaps even from the interview I did with her last week as part of my book blogger series. Today she has written a guest post on a subject close to my heart, and possibly yours too – an addiction to books.
Today, I bought four books when I meant to buy one.
This is not an unusual occurrence.