The story of this book revolves around Mamori - a 20-something office lady who struggles with sleeping and this magic cafe that is only opened during the night and calls out to customers with insomnia. And it is the most mind-numbingly boring book I have read in a looong time.
I feel like this is yet another victim of "Let's find a quirky concept and tell a predictable story with one-dimensional characters that has been told a million times before". I unfortunately got lured in by the adorable book cover, but honestly I should have known better. I struggle from a serious case of "cannot dnf a book I've purchased for the life of me" and my book store visit in Tokyo unfortunately brought me this slice of mediocraty. I honestly struggle to see what drove the author to tell this story. Did she just want to write about a magic cafe with cute stuffed animal waiters? Is she writing just for the sake of writing and getting published? I suppose some people really enjoy reading discriptions of yummy food. Is it for the person who is tired and struggles from insomnia (can relate) and thinks to themselves "I wish I could go to the ぐっすり cafe and get a 'good night set'"? I personally cannot see the appeal.
Oh, and the "romance" subplot between Mamori and Kaede that (SPOILER ALERT) leads absolutely fuuuucking nowhere, which I guess is pretty common in Japanese stories, just made me throw the book in frustration after I finished the epilogue.
I suppose that I should also list the positives...I got to look up a bunch of new non-jouyou kanji that the authour decided not to add furigana to, so...uuh...I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time. Damn, I hate this book. 2/5