A review by 0novanebula0
Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

5.0

Ah, this book is to me bittersweet, it reminds me of my grandmother and makes me wonder what exactly would happen if I ever saw her again and how that would impact me. I wish I would see her and still eat kajmak straight from the container. I do that now and it reminds me of her. What would she think of me now? And my grandpa, I don't have any core memories of him but i knew i loved him and that he loved me, guess my language skills came from him, and my love for London that's deep down inside me is present and inherited from him.