Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

Days at the Morisaki Bookshop 

A tale of families, love, new beginnings, and the comfort that can be found in books
From the beginning of summer to early spring, I lived at the Morisaki Bookshop. I spent that period of my life in the spare room on the second floor of the store, trying to bury myself in books. The cramped room barely got any light, and everything felt damp. It smelled constantly of musty old books.

Author: Satoshi Yagisawa

Publisher: Manilla Press

Translated by: Eric Ozawa