A strange book in the best way. Keito and the main guy from Camus’ I’Etranger had some things in common. Unconventional philosophies of life being the main one. Keito works in a convenience store and is perfectly happy to do so every day with no attempt at a social life or career – difficult for a woman in her 30s. So people don’t understand her. I really really really like the shop. I like how Keito describes the shop. Well I guess I like how Sayaka Murata describes the shop. I don’t actually know what oddball means but I’m pretty sure this is the kind of book it would be used to describe. Couldn’t tell if it was an indictment of capitalism, the patriarchy, or whatever the word is for fearing neurodiversity. Might be all three. That’s what I’d say if I was writing an essay. Thank heavens I’m not. Read this book in two sit- tings. The one interruption was love island related – and therefore justified. I wonder what Sayaka Murata is like in real life. Funny I’m sure. That’s all.