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My present self is formed almost completely of the people around me. I am currently made up of 30 percent Mrs. Izumi, 30 percent Sugawara, 20 percent the manager, and the rest absorbed from past colleagues such as Sasaki, who left six months ago, and Okasaki, who was our supervisor until a year ago. My speech is especially infected by everyone around me and is currently a mix of that of Mrs. Izumi and Sugawara. I think the same goes for most people.

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Building a perspective is something that any writer must do, no matter what they are writing. Even a newspaper article needs a perspective. But, it is most significant in writing fiction.

Having an engaging perspective is paramount to keeping a reader's attention. The most common way to do that is to either tell the story from the first-person perspective of a character, or from the narrator approach.

These both have advantages and disadvantages, but I won't go into those here. The author has chosen a first person perspective, and this is how the story becomes engaging.

Stepping into the mind of someone entirely different is almost always a novel experience. This story capitalizes on that by giving us an extreme example of the human psyche. This keeps the reader entertained with simply being able to understand how they would think.

There is no driving conflict in the beginning of the story, and yet that doesn't matter to effectively keep the reader's attention. The psyche of someone so utterly alien is what draws the reader in, and that drives the reader through the early part of the story.

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I think it's a long buildup to an eventual big realization or reveal. Rhetorical device- pacing??? Unless this whole story is just a run-down of the author's convenience store life and a way to make people feel less alone about their situations?

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What a world to live in. To see the world in black and white, but hear in color. She breathes in the metal of the world and exhales the blood of a human. Blood spilled onto pages to explain how the DNA works in practice. To read and see denotation and not art. But if art is formed with words, can you really tell the difference?

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I think she wrote this as a way to maybe tell people that some things aren't physically visible and that maybe more on the mental side of things or that people look and process things differently and its not really talked about to much like she keeps track of such minor details like the exact day and year that the store had been open as well as the hours it has been open

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Children should not be responsible for comforting an adult.

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Even if the author wasn’t empathetic about the bird or how it’s death was affecting people, they still cared enough to want to bring their family joy with good food.

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it feels like it's giving an example of the beauty of just normal life and how society ebbs and flows. It gives the simplicity in everyday life by showing that the narrator is not what you would consider an average person by the way she thinks. The beauty of routine and how comforting it can be to be a part of something when your whole life you never have.

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the way she described it as infectious

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"...echoing the phrases the manager had used." If you can copy the exact phrasing, you can never get it wrong. Play by the book.

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"My parents were at a loss what to do about me, but they were as affectionate to me as ever. I'd never meant to make them sad or have to keep apologizing for things I did, so I decided to keep my mouth shut as best I could outside home. I would no longer keep doing anything of my own accord, and would either just mimic what everyone else was doing, or simply follow instructions. After this, the adults seemed relieved when I didn't say a single word more than necessary or act on my own initiative. But as I got older, being so quiet apparently became a problem in itself."

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"a girl who appeared to be a student like me, a guy who looked like a typical job hopper, a slightly older woman, probably a housewife"

She even before started working she picked up on things and started slightly judging before she got to know them

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"The time before I was reborn as a convenience store worker is somewhat unclear in my memory."

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"As far as I was concerned, though, keeping my mouth shut was the most sensible approach to getting by in life."

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What type of Disorder does the main character have?

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What type of Disorder does the main character have?

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I've read or learned what this is called in the past, straight from the mouth of someone who is this way themselves. But I can't for the life of me remember what it is. Does anyone know?

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"it was the first time anyone had ever taught me how to accomplish a normal facial expression and manner of speech."

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is the narrator on the autism spectrum?

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"I was alone in a world of graceful white buildings." She has a habit of describing the spaces around her as a "world"

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Greta Thurnberg said that the world was black and white to her. Keiko seems to see the world in black and white. A matter of cause and effect. I wonder if Greta and Keiko would get along through a world of understanding each other's world

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I wonder why she never really seemed to have strong reactions on things and her thought process on things?

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"but I couldn't for the life of me understand what was the problem"

it's interesting how her parents approach the repercussions of her actions and never explain explicitly why they're wrong to do. It seems she lacks empathy but no one will tell her why she thinks this way or how to cope with it.

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Is she maybe a sociopath?

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Tiny kiddos don't quite understand the social cues. Instead of wondering if what she said was "wrong" or a special case (a bird vs flowers (is it a matter of sentience?)) she was wondering if her mom didn't hear them.

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She pays a lot of attention to small details that I wouldn't have really thought about before

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Do Japanese convenience stores provide services that would normally not be found in convenience stores in other countries?

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The way the author describes their movements makes it seem like their routine has turned them into a machine, picking up the most minute details as to conform to the most sociable and efficient part of the morning commute

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the way it is being written, I sense no sort of negativity towards her job just utmost love and respect for the work and the people.

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I wonder how japanese convenience stores differ from those in the states? How are they similar?

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Japanese Customs and customer service in the common services industry is in a world of it's own. It has something to do with the way life is and always has been for them. We in the west get away with more because we expect less.