It received one sour review ten years ago by a local guy who ran an appliance store. He was taking a class on novel writing at the city library and picked out my book to study the competition.
Oops. Not quite a novel. In the appliance world of writing, those looking for established certainties like Maytag® and Frigidaire®, be forewarned that On Rainy Days The Monk Ryokan Feels Sorry For Himself reads like six dry-rotted washboards repurposed into an icebox.
The second edition resides at createspace. It reads better, very much better, than the Seattle warehouse volume.
That said, please buy it, and move my Amazon rank up to angler fish light: