바다의 뚜껑

Yoshimoto's storytelling feels so intimate and simple, yet profoundly moving. I wonder what inspired her to focus on small, everyday moments to explore complex feelings.

The book shifts between whimsical humor and touching sadness seamlessly. It made me wonder if this was a reflection of Japanese cultural attitudes toward grief and joy.

The sense of place feels so vivid and calming, almost like a character itself. I'm curious whether Yoshimoto drew from personal memories or a particular region.