Kate lent me this book and if I remember correctly, was kind of noncommittal about it. (Yes, Kate?)

It’s actually two stories in one volume, Kitchen and Moonlight Shadow, translated from Japanese. Both deal with themes of loss and grief and home. And I don’t know. Despite some glowing reviews, I just wasn’t feeling it. Kitchen in particular seemed to be straining for too much cutesy and whimsey, and it just got on my nerves. I liked Moonlight Shadow better, maybe because it was shorter and less overtly determined to be offbeat. Eh, still not that great.

Bottom line: meh. I can’t really recommend it, but I’m not feeling like buying a billboard to warn you off it either.

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