This is possibly the most beautiful book I’ve ever read. It’s also the most heartbreaking and well-written book I’ve ever read.

I realize the back cover doesn’t really say much but saying any more about the plot would kind of ruin it. The beauty of this book and the writing is the way it all unravels little by little as you keep reading. And that’s one of the reason you keep turning the pages, the suspense and the mystery of it all. And when we do find out the answer, Ishiguro doesn’t hit you over the head with a sledgehammer and go “Ta-Dah! Isn’t this a crazy and unexpected revelation?!” but instead it’s just a part of the reality of the characters, it’s something they’ve always known or had been kind of expecting. (And if you didn’t get as caught up and immersed in this world unlike me, you’d probably pick up on the hints and figure out some things that I didn’t.)

It’s all so very subtle and scary and sad.

Ishiguro is a literary genius and the way he weaves this story with his brilliant and simple writing and language will suck you in and stay with you eons after you’ve read it. It’s so human. It’s hauntingly beautiful (I know I’m quoting Drunk!Ted but that’s the perfect description of this book).

I highly recommend it.