I read this at least a month ago. It was part of my unending search for comp titles. I read it because of the speculative fiction aspect and magical realism, and it was a love story, as most books are, but I can’t use it. At least I could read it, and I liked the fantasy elements and, even at 63, amazed at the power of the suspension of disbelief I still have, and I think it’s getting better. Of course, I’ve not read as much the last 30 years of life (until more recently) as I did the first 30. The whole business of work, etc.

I also enjoyed the foray into the asian culture and foods. Who doesn’t like Ramen noodles? A freak. That’s who. And, of course, who doesn’t like a pretty girl, or a tall handsome man? More freaks. So, I’m a sucker for the predictable, not that this was, but I mean, the usual, which there seems to be a relative paucity of these days. I know this isn’t much about the book, but it was over a month ago so, read the jacket cover. It’s about a pretty girl who works in a magical pawnshop that captures memories, and she has to find her father who disappeared and just then, a drop-dead gorgeous guy (paraphrasing) walks into her pawn shop that he thought was a Ramen noodle restaurant, and, well, they fall in love pretty much instantly but it takes like 300 pages to kiss, and that’s pretty much all they do.