I already enjoyed Days at the Morisaki Bookshop, but the sequel More Days at the Morisaki Bookshop might have touched me even more. It’s quieter, more introspective – and yet so full of heart. We return to the tiny, slightly chaotic secondhand bookshop tucked away in Jimbocho, a district full of bookshops in Tokyo, and this time, it’s not just about the comfort of the books or the dust-covered shelves – it’s about growth, change, and healing. Takako is back, and watching her slowly navigate a new chapter in her life was deeply moving. She’s no longer lost in the same way as in the first book, but she’s still finding her way. I loved the atmosphere of the bookshop even more this time around – its creaky wooden floors, quiet corners, and the sense that stories really do save people. What stayed with me most is how gently the book handles change. It’s not loud or dramatic. It’s small steps, little moments, everyday kindness. It reminds you that healing takes time, and that sometimes just showing up – for yourself and others – is enough. A beautiful continuation, full of warmth and great characters. A love letter to bookstores, and second chances. If you liked the first book, this one will likely stay with you even longer.

The large time gap at the beginning of the story threw me off a bit. I would have loved to see Takako and Wada grow closer before starting their relationship. However, as I continued reading, I realized that the main focus of the story wasn't the romantic relationship with Wada. Instead, it was the deeper meaning of everyday life-spending time with loved ones and having a place to call home. The story highlights how those we love can hurt us, often unintentionally or unknowingly. Reading this book was truly an experience I would love to share. It's written so realistically that you forget you're reading a novel. Takako's awkwardness in social interactions is relatable and refreshing. She's definitely not the typical main character you encounter in many books. What really broke me, though, was the ending. It was written so heartbreakingly that I had to pause after reading a few sentences just to collect myself and process my emotions.