I NEED TO LEARN JAPANESE! 😓
Kinokuniya KLCC opened when I was 17, sparking a quiet dream to one day visit the “original Kinokuniya.” 📚✨ And there I was, at Kinokuniya Tokyo, a vision from my school days now fully realized. 💫
Kinokuniya Tokyo has 9 levels, but only a few are relevant to non-Japanese readers. Despite this, every corner holds something special. There’s no wooden floor, yellow lights, or classical music like KLCC - it’s a different vibe. No cafe overlooking the tall buildings either, despite being in Shinjuku. Everything felt more businesslike, with a nostalgic air, like the 1990s Popular bookstore in Malaysia. 🏛️
I begin with The Apothecary Diaries, holding Maomao’s world in my hands. It’s as if I’m drawn into her realm, a place of secrets waiting to be uncovered. 🕵️♀️🌿 Jujutsu Kaisen’s character guide follows, with Gojo’s gaze almost tangible, the world of curses and courage pulsing beneath my fingertips. ⚔️✨ The Boy and The Heron mascot stands nearby, guarding endless stories, a silent nod to Miyazaki’s magic. 🕊️🌌 The Garden of Words by Makoto Shinkai feels like Tokyo’s heartbeat on a rain-soaked day, a delicate moment I can almost walk through. 🌧️💧 Anya from Spy Family beams from a set of stickers, her playful grin reminding me to find joy in small things. 😆💖
Another difference? No customer service to discuss membership, merchandise, or book a book. It felt transactional, missing the personal touch.
Despite my love for “everything Japan,” Kinokuniya KLCC still feels like home. The ambiance, service, and KLCC location are irreplaceable. ❤️ Maybe Kinokuniya Tokyo would feel different with my own Kenji beside me. But the steep prices remind me there’s only one way forward: to learn the language and make this place mine. 🌏📖
Maybe I was missing Kinokuniya Malaysia too much? 😅