DAYS AT THE MORISAKI BOOKSHOP

A young woman goes to work in a used bookstore in this comforting tale about growing old and settling down.

Even though her boyfriend broke her heart and, in despair, she lost her job, 25-year-old Takako doesn’t want to leave Tokyo. Her uncle Satoru, though, owns a cramped, musty bookstore in Jimbocho, Japan’s famous book town, and he offers her a room in exchange for her assistance. Surveying her temporary abode among the piles of books, Takako says, “If I got even the slightest bit careless, my Towers of Babel would collapse.” Yagisawa’s short and engaging novel is simply structured, following the ordinary events of Takako’s days at the bookstore. The first section is propelled by Takako’s increasing curiosity as she discovers the delights of literature and becomes part of a close-knit network of book lovers. Satoru helps her express her hurt and stand up for herself, and with her newfound strength and kindness, she is able not only to help others express their desires and vulnerabilities, but to navigate the world with assurance herself. Takako does it all: listening, building friendships, matchmaking, reading, and recommending books. Gabrielle Zevin’s A Storied Life of A.J. Fikry and Helene Hanff’s 84, Charing Cross Road come to mind, though this novel dwells more intimately on the relationships Takako develops than on the books she grows to love. The second section centers on Satoru’s heartache as his wife returns to the bookstore after many years away, armed with a mysterious cheerfulness. As Takako attempts to unravel the currents of romantic love, both in her own life and those of her uncle and aunt, the novel delivers a gentle portrait of desire and grief. Ozawa's translation preserves the drollness and buoyancy of Takako’s first-person narrative of small pleasures and mysteries.

A familiar romance about books and bookstores, told with heart and humor.