A new novel collection by Kim Seon-young, author of the best-selling novel, "The Shop That Sells Time"!
Five stories told through the author's voice, which he has cultivated over the years.

A collection of five short stories by Kim Seon-yeong, the long-loved author of "The Shop That Sells Time," has been published.
"The Wind's Reading Method," which contains the author's precious memories and thoughts that he has collected over the past ten years, provides a colorful story not only to teenagers going through adolescence, but also to those who live with memories of their youth.

The novel features the title work, "The Wind's Reading Method," which features a child who develops a mysterious ability to see certain letters; a child who is afraid of going to school due to a long-standing misunderstanding with a friend; a child who finds new meaning in life after joining a Nanta class after wasting time; a mother and daughter who relieve the burden that has built up in their hearts on a trip to Europe after the death of their aunt and younger sibling; and a mother and son who are addicted to collecting things. The novel features people living various stages of life at their own pace.

Just as the night before the sun rises is the darkest, their lives may be the most difficult just before the worries they have been harboring in their hearts explode.
Just as the sky they looked up at as they took their next step was dimly lit, I hope that light reaches everyone who reads this book.

There is a saying that we see the world through the shadow within ourselves.
Probably we all do.
Everyone is afraid that it might be too much, and they wonder what this is.”
I don't know what you're talking about.
“Can I show this picture to my mom?”
"no."
I immediately said no.
“Okay? Okay.
“Are you coming to stand guard tomorrow too?”
"yes yes.
“Can I go?”
I didn't do much today.
All I did was draw eggs and bats while protecting pigeon eggs.
But it also felt like a corner of my heart had been relieved.
This was especially true when drawing bats.
--- p.32

Perhaps the night breeze from the night market 500 years ago reached me for a moment.
The wind would rush in, breaking down the boundaries of space and time, and stay with me for a moment.
Perhaps the earnest wish of the boy who ran an errand for books, his hair fluttering in the night breeze, has reached me.
It may be that someone's earnest wish to escape the darkness has reached me.

It may be that someone's earnest prayer reached me through the wind across the Tibetan Plateau, changing the size of the letters and giving them a brighter glow.
Maybe the wind asked me this at that time.
“What are you doing there?”
I just came out to answer that.
The wind will stay for a while and then go away.
--- p.69

“I’m sure everyone is curious.
There is a reason.
That's because I saw an energy that was unique to you that I couldn't see in other kids.
I believe that the volcanic anger boiling within your hearts is more than enough to lead the Nantaban.
If you ask what the basis for that belief is, I cannot answer.
That's my intuition from what I read from you guys.
“If you say, ‘I can’t do it even if I die,’ just bring someone just like you and leave. That’s it.”
For a moment, I felt like I was being sucked into a puddle of unknown depth.
I felt dizzy.
Someone just like me? I never thought about it.
There is no one exactly like me anywhere.
There probably won't be anyone like me in the whole world.
--- p.77

I finally burst into tears.
It felt like the grief I had for my sister, which I had kept buried since that night over thirty years ago, was bursting out like a flood.
In the end, sadness was also my sorrow.
A lump of hardship and sadness from having to watch over my older sister like that.
It seems that humans cannot help but be selfish to the end.
Just as I was nagging the protagonist throughout the trip, it was ultimately my problem.
"mom."
Jooyeon called me softly and hugged me.
I hugged Jooyeon's shoulders tightly to hide my uncontrollable tears.
She had small, thin, and delicate shoulders.
I buried my face in his shoulder.
--- p.113

The moment my secret is revealed, it is no longer a secret.
Attractiveness is significantly reduced.
My uniqueness that no one else has, and the tension I try so hard to protect, will disappear.
I kicked off the blanket and got up.
I locked the drawer containing the broken phone.
I threw the key behind the bookshelf.
It felt like there was a hole in my chest and the wind was blowing through it.
He hugged her tightly, as if he were bundling up the blanket and covering his chest.
The body was curled up endlessly.

--- p.153