To the Origin of the Misunderstanding

I thought I would write a proper review, but I gave up because I felt I could only write something lacking in charm.

First and foremost, I am overjoyed that Kinoko-san liked Pachiko's drawings.
To have Pachiko's drawings used every day for a story that took two years to write... I am listening to Kinoko-san talk about it right now, and I am truly moved by the feelings poured into it.

See, I can only be a fool...

I want to eat thick omelet
Anyway, I suddenly wanted to eat a thick omelet. I haven't eaten one since I thought of that.
Pachiko loves eggs; it is no exaggeration to say that eggs are her staple food. Her bento consists of peep and scrambled eggs. Of course, it is not handmade by Pachiko. It is established that Pachiko cannot cook.
However, since the restaurant for this term's drinking party is an Italian restaurant, I don't think a thick omelet will be served. Even if it were, it probably wouldn't be as delicious as this one.

Isehara
I know the name, and I know it's in the south, but I'm not quite sure where it is—that is Isehara.
It can't be helped, Pachiko was just an elementary school student.
Pachiko lived in Sagamihara. It's a different 'hara' (plain). I grew up looking at Mount Oyama from the north side.
I was taught that it's called Mount Afuri (Rain-Falling Mountain) because it's always raining there.
Everything is from vague memory, so looking at a map now, I was stunned to realize that Mount Fuji is closer to Sagamihara than Mount Aso is to Matsuyama. No wonder volcanic ash has accumulated there.

In Kanagawa, the coastal areas have many tourist spots, and especially in modern times, people might only have eyes for the beaches of Sagami Bay. I hope that people from other regions who read this story will become interested and wonder where Isehara is or where Mount Oyama is.
Kinoko-san said that stories written by others might be more interesting, but I believe this story could only have been written by Kinoko-san. I think what the general public calls an 'interesting story' is different from a story that resonates with each reader's heart. And I don't think a story that wins an award necessarily resonates with the heart.
Literary awards also have the intentions of the people giving them. That is because they are likely creating awards with the hope of recruiting people who will mass-produce these kinds of stories.
A truly wonderful story can only be decided by each individual who reads it. For me, it has become one of the most special stories in many ways.

People eventually grow old and die. There will be times when we forget important things. Even without growing old or dying, there are times when we must part with things that are important.
In truth, that is a natural thing. Although it is sad, as we live our own lives, we cannot possibly share all our time with others and keep in perfect step with them.

As I became an adult, I often found myself feeling cold toward the development of stories.
One reason is that I enjoyed too many stories and became able to predict what would happen next. Another is that I learned the harshness of reality and became fed up with convenient plot developments.
Therefore, I usually read with a cynical attitude, preparing to feel cold.

The reason I couldn't help but cry, despite that, was because Naomi-san did not deny at all that growing old and losing memories, and the parting called death, exist. Nevertheless, she did not view it pessimistically, nor did she sugarcoat it.
I felt that was the best part of this story above all else.

Naomi-san tells Yokki:
Read more books, and connect them.
As if connecting and spreading joy and richness were a duty.

If I hadn't encountered 'Nan no Hanashi desu ka' (What is this story about?), I think I would still be updating my fortune-telling every day, blaming various things for not being motivated, thinking, 'I really want to do other things, though,' and spending my time sluggishly.
The reason I am able to incorporate creative activities into my life now is because of 'Nan no Hanashi desu ka'. With the single-minded desire to have them collected (lol), I write articles and draw pictures every time.

If I can become a fine Grandma Forest in the future, I intend to go around introducing this story to everyone, saying, 'There was a turning point here.'

#NanNoHanashiDesuKa

P.S.
When I was in elementary school, I loved Konishiki and cheered for him right after Takanohana.