Once again I get to act like a kid opening a birthday present. My son calls from the front porch: “Mom, you got something from Japan.”
Books. Books, books, books. Today’s surprise was the just-published Japanese edition of The Memory Collector. And as always with these editions published by Shueisha, the cover is cool, edgy, and beautiful. I love the mix of text and imagery. And inside there’s a map of the San Francisco area and — I think — a list of all the characters. I will run it by a Japanese-speaker and let you know.