Mis días en la librería Morisaki

Jinbocho, Tokyo. The neighborhood of bookstores and publishers, paradise for readers. A quiet corner out of time, a few steps from the subway and large modern buildings. Rows and rows of windows full of books, new or second-hand. Tatako, twenty-five years old and with a rather colorless life, does not attend regularly. However, it is here that the Morisaki bookstore is located, which has been in her family for three generations. A store of barely eight tatami mats in an old wooden building, with a room on the top floor used as a store. It is the kingdom of Satoru, Tatako's eccentric uncle. Enthusiastic and a bit deranged, he dedicates his life to books, especially since his wife left him. Quite the opposite of Tatako, who hasn't left home since the man she was in love with told her that he wanted to marry someone else. It is Satoru who throws him a lifeline, offering to move him to the first floor of the bookstore. She, who is not a great reader, finds herself living in the midst of crumbling towers of books and clients who do not stop asking her questions and quoting unknown writers. Between increasingly passionate discussions about modern Japanese literature, a meeting in a cafe with a shy stranger and some revelations about Satoru's love story, Tatako will gradually discover a way of communicating and relating that starts from books.