I soooo enjoyed Before the Coffee Gets Cold so i was really looking forward to some more tales.
And i wasn’t disappointed.
One thing that really stood out in this book was that all the niggly little questions that the first book raised got answered along the way: i won’t say what as it may spoil things. So it was rather good that as i started the book and i had questions in my mind that as i went along all the questions got dealt with. I imagine that Toshikazu had quite a few people asking these questions after reading the first book and it’s good to see that they all got answered.
Other than that, it’s pretty much more of the same as the first book whereby we have four people wanting to travel in time to make something right with someone. We also get to know the cafe staff and regulars a lot more along the way.
So yeah, great sequel and i really hope that Toshikazu thinks up a few more in the future and keeps the cafe going: it really is a good stage within which to fit stories into.
I continue to add my gripe from the first book, in that, there’s a cat on the cover but no cat in the book whatsoever. Toshikazu, if you ever read this, please put a cat in the next book.
I couldn’t finish it. Bless me, i tried to, i really did, but i really couldn’t take any more of this tedious mediocrity.
I could barely manage a chapter before i had to put it aside and go off and read something else, but i kept on coming back to it with good intentions, but each time i would just end up putting it down again and go off once more to read something else. After 4 months of this, toing and froing, i just had to give up: it really wasn’t doing my happiness any good whatsoever.
To sum it up: there’s someone who claims to be a philosopher who is having a discussion with a young man, but the young man is asking all the wrong questions and failing miserably to point out the flaws in the supposed philosopher’s babble: the ridiculousness of this conversation just makes one feel like banging ones head against the wall.
Seriously people, you could just keep picking random books off library bookshelves for the rest of your life and not read anything as tedious and pointless as this book.
As such, this book has received my website’s great honour of being placed on “The Bookshelf of Infamy”, i’ve also deleted it from my Kindle and Amazon account: yes, it really is that bad.
I certainly won’t be bothering to read the sequel.
