Looking for a book that feels like a rainy Sunday afternoon - slow, cozy, and a little melancholy

Not sad exactly. Just that specific atmosphere where everything feels quiet and slightly wistful. The kind of book you read with tea and don't want to end. I loved A Man Called Ove, The Remains of the Day, and Convenience Store Woman. Something in that neighborhood - literary but readable, character driven, maybe a little dry in its humor

Not looking for anything plot-heavy or thriller-adjacent. Just something that feels like a mood