When I thought about it, the last time I did such an intense marathon read of a book was probably when the final Harry Potter book came out. I was working that day, and a kid was reading it in the corner and kept coming over to tell us what was happening and who’d just been killed. It turned out he was joking, but mindful of less hilarious and more spiteful teenagers, I went home and had it finished by the next afternoon, free to be the one who bestowed spoilers on everyone who hadn’t finished it. And now, some seven years later, J.K. Rowling has caused me another day of frenzied reading with the release of her third non-Harry Potter book, and the second under her assumed name of Robert Galbraith. It’s the second Cormoran Strike book in her series, and buying this felt like I was ordering lunch before sitting down with some of my dearest friends, so much was I looking forward to Strike and co. again.