It’s absolutely no secret some of my favourite reads are translated fiction. Earlier today, as I stood before my bookshelves, contemplating which carefully curated list of books to write about next, I found myself listening to the rain cascade heavily against the window whilst a gentle mist enveloped the distant hills, and the air was infused with the delicate aroma of a pumpkin-spiced latte candle I purchased earlier. In that moment of let’s be honest – perfection, I pondered what would be the ideal companion to curl up with. My gaze landed upon a literary gem: “Before the Coffee Gets Cold” by Toshikazu Kawaguchi, translated by Geoffrey Trousselot. In that…