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Book Review: Days at the Morisaki Bookshop - by Satoshi Yagisawa



Title: Days at the Morisaki Bookshop
Author: Satoshi Yagisawa
Rating: 6.5/10
Translated by: Eric Ozawa

Having recently explored various books that delve into Japanese culture, I’ve become familiar with its nuances, names, and customs. "Days at the Morisaki Bookshop" was a spontaneous pick from a list of recent releases, chosen to reignite my reading habits. While it wasn’t groundbreaking, it offered a refreshing yet modest dive into the world of Japanese storytelling.

The novel follows Takako, a young woman who, after a heartbreaking experience, moves in with her uncle Sataru who runs a quaint bookstore in Tokyo. For the twenty-five-year-old Takako, who has never been one to lose herself in books, this unassuming shop becomes an unexpected sanctuary after her life is turned upside down. Through Takako’s journey, the narrative explores the subtle intricacies of human emotion and the often unspoken struggles people face.
The story’s pacing and writing style are straightforward and unembellished, which makes it easy to follow but may not captivate those seeking more intricate prose or dynamic storytelling. The straightforward language ensures that readers can glide through the plot without any cumbersome pauses, maintaining a steady rhythm throughout.
I found myself particularly charmed by this book, largely because of its delightful premise—living in a bookstore, enveloped by countless stories and the nostalgic, musty scent of old books. It’s a setting that’s nothing short of a dream for any bibliophile. Interestingly, many of Takako’s friends express a similar fascination with the idea, and it was comforting to find that same sentiment echoed within the story.

A line that stuck with me:
"Little by little, I felt something wash over me, a feeling of peace that words can't express. If I had to explain it, I'd say it could only have come from the writer's fervent love for life."
These lines beautifully capture the profound impact that reading can have on a person's life.

Verdict: A gentle heartwarming read touching upon the subjects of human nature and the healing power of connection set against the backdrop of a bookstore somewhere in the quiet streets of Japan.






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