"Saihate Arcade," a Japanese novel by Yoko Ogawa, was the first book I read this year. The title means “an arcade in the middle of nowhere.” The story took place in a small, old arcade that was hidden from view. Strange shops cluster together, offering oddities like secondhand lace, doorknobs, and artificial eyes. These items are linked to sentiments of death.
The book includes ten short stories about a girl who grew up in this arcade, as well as store owners and customers.
The wonderful language and expressions in Yoko Ogawa's works are what I admire the most. In a silent environment, I can almost hear the sound and see each particle of sunlight. I savoured this mysterious and exquisite literature.