Every once in a while, life gifts us a book that captures our heart and gives us the warmest hug and the coziest feeling of finding peace amidst the everyday hustle. These books are not providers of thrills or scares or mystery that enthrall us every time but are the givers of love and light through a quiet revelation of the sheer normalcy of life.
'Days at the Morisaki Bookshop' is a story that anyone can relate to. It speaks of uniformity amidst the trials of everyday life, of rekindling familial relationships that we lose in the race against time, of hoping, healing, and finding peace in long-lost places and memories. Jimbōchō and the Morisaki Bookshop are places that I would recommend anyone to visit through this beautiful piece of work.
For me, this book has been everything I have mentioned, plus a nostalgia of a 6 year old me holding the hands of her grandparents, being introduced to the musty smell of a bookshop and the rows of books that I took along with me everytime I visited this little utopia in my little town, that were, undoubtedly, the best days of my life.