Never Let Me Go

 After enjoying Klara and the Sun so much, I picked up another Kazuo Ishiguro novel that was supposed to be vaguely sci-fi.  While I probably enjoyed Klara more, this one was also well worth reading.  It's unfortunately difficult to discuss without spoiling the plot.  In fact, I can't even really mention the core conceit of the novel that leads people to call it sci-fi without giving away too much.  Even more so than Klara, it's best read knowing as little as possible.  Naturally, this restriction also makes it difficult to say much of anything in a review.  On some level the book is about the triviality of life, the unbearable lightness of being, the irrelevant preciousness of nostalgia.  It also reminded me a little bit of The Sheltering Sky for its purposefully slow start and the way its existentialist questions sneak up on you.