On The Calculation of Volume I

I just finished the first volume of this masterpiece by Solvej Balle, and I need people to discuss this with over coffee! So please join me. I will be having coffee regardless of company. For the first event, and the fact that I have no idea where anything is here as of yet (or any good cafes), I will start with a Starbucks. Feel free to join before work or school or just because, like me, you naturally awake at this time.

A description of the book, since no one besides myself has probably already read this:
Tara Selter has slipped out of time.

Every morning, she wakes up to the 18th of November. She no longer expects to wake up to the 19th of November, and she no longer remembers the 17th of November as if it were yesterday.

She comes to know the shape of the day like the back of her hand - the grey morning light in her Paris hotel; the moment a blackbird breaks into song; her husband's surprise at seeing her return home unannounced. But for everyone around her, this day is lived for the first and only time. They do not remember the other 18ths of November, and they do not believe her when she tries to explain.

As Tara approaches her 365th 18th of November, she can't shake the feeling that somewhere underneath the surface of this day, there's a way to escape.