This book was like a glass of iced lemonade on a hot summer day. You’re sitting outside at a little table and you have so much time to do nothing you have not a care in the world apart from the paths your mind wanders and the sour sweet sips you take from your drink along the way. 

This book was less 150 pages and yet I feel like I experienced so much as I read it might have been 400. The first half of the book that takes place mostly in the bookshop was my favorite.  Everything said in this half felt like it deeply resonated with  where and who I am right now. Which makes sense, since I’m around Takako’s age. 

Overall, I think this book is not character driven or plot driven, it’s people driven. The author hopped into the car of life, gripped the written word in his hands as the steering wheel and took off. 

I think there is a quote for everyone in here and everyone should read it. I’m biased though since I’m already a reader.