Never let me go... Beautiful title, whispering of yearning and melancholy, and beautiful book. It is difficult for me to say much about Kazuo Ishiguro's last work, not because i have little to say about it - far from it - but because it would be a shame to dispel any of its mystery and spoil the discovery of the poignant story of Kathy H. and her friends. I know, many reviews have already disclosed the gist of the story, but this is just in case you somehow managed to preserve yourself from it...What i can say is how moved i was by this novel. It is a tale of innocence lost, confused identity, loves astray, and life... The life that we dream of, the life that we have and struggle with, the life that happens the way it does without us realizing at the time...
"It never occured to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate over a thing like that.
But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we'd understood that back then - who knows? - maybe we'd have kept a tighter hold of one another."
There is also the life that Kathy and her friends in particular cannot escape for one reason that will leave you in horror, dismay and sadness, and full of questions about science, responsibility and choice.
I can't wait to continue exploring Ishiguro's world of subtlety, finesse and empathy.
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