I dreamt that I read a negative review of J. K. Rowling's new book on tumblr. The reviewer's main complaint was that she kept on referring to the island as "Duji", which is basically like calling it "dinosaur poop". So I thought, "Okay, whatever, now I want to read this book."
And then the feeling remained after I woke up. Of all the reasons to want to read a book, this has got to be the most irrational. What was it even called, The Unclaimed Houseguest? (Nope, it's The Casual Vacancy.)