Love Like the Falling Petals English Publication Kickstarter Prelaunch Launches
Media Do International, Clover Press and Shueisha have partnered together to launch a Kickstarter for an English publication of Keisuke Uyama’s Love Like the Falling Petals novel, with the Kickstarter prelaunch page now live. Terry Gallagher is confirmed to work on the English translation, with the cover illustrated by Heikala, and variant covers by LAL!ROLE and Cheseely.
“Growing up, dreaming I would one day become a writer, I never thought that my stories would be read outside of Japan and reach people around the world,” said the original novel author Keisuke Uyama in a press statement. “I am deeply moved and excited about the English-language edition of Love Like the Falling Petals. I wish I could convey this excitement to my childhood self. Of course, I did not get here alone. I would like to thank Terry Gallagher for his translation and Heikala for her wonderful cover illustration, and Cheseely and LAL!ROLE for the variant covers for the English edition.”
Book Cover
The original Japanese novel was released in 2017, with a Netflix film based on the book directed by Yoshihiro Fukagawa and starring Kento Nakajiima and Honoka Matsumoto released in 2022. A short excerpt from the book was also provided to Crunchyroll News, and follows:
Asakura Haruto sat in the stylist’s chair, her scissors snipping briskly, carefully, rhythmically through his hair.
As the stylist, standing behind him, pinched his hair with confidence and experience, his heart pounded in his chest.
His entire body grew warm as the summer sun, and his hands grew damp with sweat. Beneath the cape, Haruto wiped his hands on his jeans and cast a furtive glance at the stylist in the mirror.
She had a cute, roundish face, like a cat’s. Her hair was in loose curls, with a bit of tint in it, and she wore a top with a rough border. When she focused, she had a habit of pouting, just a little.
Ariake Misaki. That was the name of the person Haruto would fall in love with.
Dimly he could hear the background music: The Beatles’ Penny Lane. It made his face droop like a rice cake that had been on the grill too long.
Miss Ariake was just too cute for words. What combination of genetic inputs had resulted in such cuteness? He felt full of gratitude to her parents.
Suddenly, Misaki glanced at him in the mirror. Startled, he leapt from the chair, like a rocket.
Arrgh! She saw him staring at her!
But all she said was, “What’s up?” tilting her head. It seems she hadn’t noticed the heat in Haruto’s gaze.
“Nothing… hahaha…” Haruto laughed, a little too hard.
Chill! he told himself. Chill! He had come to the salon today with a great purpose in mind. This was not a game. It was the match of a lifetime.
Turning his attention outside the window, he could see there was a narrow lane for cars, and on the other side he could see a cherry tree in bloom. An odd-shaped tree, leaning a bit to the right. The spring sunshine was glorious, and the blossoms, in full bloom, were beautiful. Coaxed by the gentle spring breeze, the petals wafted up high into the sky. The scene outside the window was picture-perfect. Ordinarily, this sight would put him at ease, but all Haruto felt today was pressure.
This weekend would be the peak for the cherry blossoms. When that was past, they would fall. There was no time to lose. This was the day! He had to ask Miss Ariake on a date, to go cherry-blossom viewing.
The background music had moved on to She Loves You, also by the Beatles. It was as if the song were cheering him on. Thank you, John, Paul, and the other two.
He made up his mind. He started a conversation about nothing at all, and then changed the subject to cherry blossoms.
“What kind of sweets do you like?”
“Hmm. Maybe pudding.”
“For me it’s sakura mochi! Cherry? Yeah, now is the season. I think the peak will be this week. Next week it’s supposed to rain. Ah! Would you like to go with me, to see the cherry blossoms?”
This, this was the only way. A pick-up line both natural and stylish. Here, here we go! Wait! Hold on a minute! The segue from sakura mochi to cherry blossoms may have been too abrupt. Maybe it would be better to start with, “It’s cherry blossom season.”
Before opening his mouth, he tried to gather courage from every part of his body, but he just froze up. His cut hair, falling to the floor, was like the sand in an hourglass. His butt itched. He shut his eyes tight, and opened his mouth:
“Che… cher… cherrie… cherries…”
Ah, screw it! He couldn’t even say “cherries”! His voice came out sounding just like the scissors. What a loser! No time for this! Just ask her! Pull yourself together, man!
“Have you been busy lately?”
Misaki asked him, before he could say more.
“Yeah. Actually, no.” The sudden question left him speechless.
“But it’s so great that you’re a professional photographer! Independent! Winning prizes! So cool! And you’re only 24, right?”
“Well, yeah.”
“How about that! Just one year’s difference. How about that. I have to try harder. What kind of pictures have you been shooting lately? Oh, it’s spring. I guess that means cherry blossoms, right?”
Cherry blossoms! This is his chance! Screwing up all his courage, Haruto turned around to look at her.
“It’s cherry blossom season. Would you like to …”
And before he knew it, he heard the sharp sound of the scissors.
Her hands motionless, Misaki’s face turned an unlikely shade of blue.
What was up? Had she miscut his hair? Not to worry!
It was then he noticed the blood on the scissors.
“What the heck?”
In the next instant, the woman in the next chair looked his way and let out a scream as if she was in a horror film. That brought the entire room to complete silence.
Then, one of the male employees barked, “Quick, bring a towel!”
“Call an ambulance!”
Haruto, not understanding what was happening, leaned his head to one side. What was going on? He turned to look at Misaki, who had tears in her eyes, her face a blank.
She was saying faintly, “I am so sorry…”
Why was she crying? Could she be so upset at the idea of going with him to see the cherry blossoms? He was on the verge of tears himself.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked anxiously, a forced smile on his face. She pointed to the floor, her finger trembling. There lay a piece of an earlobe, covered in blood.
Ah, an earlobe. Whose could it be?
His.
Turning to the mirror, seeing his own left cheek smeared with blood, he fell out of the chair.
“Arrrgh… It’s my earlobe…!!” he gasped.
When he came to, the background music in the shop had segued to “Help!”
How could this be?
Source: Press Release, Kickstarter
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