There are some books that don’t ask to be read so much as entered. A Midnight Pastry Shop Called Hawawaldong is one of them—quiet, glowing, and softly magical, like a streetlamp you stumble upon while walking alone at night. Set in a pastry shop that opens only at midnight, Lee Onhwa weaves together stories of the living and the dead with remarkable tenderness. The shop is a liminal space, a threshold where spirits linger, not out of fear, but out of love. These spirits come searching for unfinished feelings, unresolved conversations, and the people they were unable to say goodbye …