The moving international sensation about new beginnings; human connection; and the joy of reading. 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. But I will always remember the days I spent there. Because that's where my real life began. And I know; without a doubt; that if not for those days the rest of my life would have been bland; monotonous; and lonely. The Morisaki Bookshop is precious to me. It's a place I know I'll never forget.