I'm a librarian who loves anime, manga, and reading a wide variety of genres.
"Giles mazes into the queue. It's a weekday midafternoon, a peculiar time for pie, and he's second in line. He likes being here, he tells himself. It's cozy and warm and smells of cinnamon and sugar. He doesn't look at the cashier, not yet; he's too old to feel this nervous. Instead, he studies a five-foot glass tower, each level presenting a different dessert. Double-decker pies like department-store hat boxes. Sculpted pies like the bout of a cello. Pie puffs like a woman's breast. There is room for all kinds, all kinds."
The writing style isn't working for me. Also, I seriously doubt that Giles would mentally be comparing pies to a woman's breast. And this whole book is present tense, OMG.