The Plotters

This book was extremely not my thing, but I sunken cost fallacied myself into finishing it. I guess it was fine but I don't care about assassins and the description I read talked about a like trio of weird female assassins that just didn't really happen at all. There were some entertaining Murakami-esque quirks (cat names, weird prodigious/precocious women), but a lot of the book was monologue philosophizing about the meaning of life and death, and not in any sort of groundbreaking or ingenious way.