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The car drove through the gate of a big park and cruised down a wide avenue....We came to a stop where huge ginkgo trees lined the road on both sides.

It was a breathtaking sight. Fallen leaves formed banks on the ground beneath the trees leading into the distance, and everything was yellow. The whole scene was bathed in sunlight, and drifts of leaves covered the road surface delicately, like a golden snowfall, and disappeared into the distance.

I was excited to come across this title by my favorite Japanese author, Banana Yoshimoto, in a local bookstore in Homer, Alaska.

January — Tom Lake
February — David Copperfield
March — Sea of Tranquility
April — Dead-End Memories

#fiction #topread2024

I adored this collection of five gentle, female centered, melancholy stories of everyday Japanese life punctured with a big event and reoccurring elements that include coming of age, love, engagement, family, loss and a couple of building demolitions and hospital courtyards. I think Murakami fans will love Yoshimoto.

I started a new short story collection today, and it‘s off to a seriously strong start. Banana Yoshimoto‘s work is so well-observed.

A really perfect book to keep me company during covid. I love everything banana yoshimoto writes and this was no exception. Her writing style is so gentle and good natured and beautiful and this was just perfect. I love the quiet kind magic realism and how she writes about food.

Well I‘m off work sick with something that‘s almost certainly covid but I keep testing negative weirdly. I feel like an absolute pile of crap :/ lucky to be warm at my parents reading banana yoshimoto‘s latest collection of short stories though

“I also discovered that sitting in a cafe watching people go by was just like watching a river.
It could only happen in a city with a long history.
The sight of modern-day people streaming past old, weighty buildings of frightening shapes and colors — that was exactly what a river was.
It was how I came to understand that what made a river frightening was the chilling infinitude of time itself.”

I‘ve read several books by this author. This one is a collection of short stories, nothing too memorable. I like her writing style though.