A review by caradecachapa
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

5.0

Near the end of this, I began to feel a distinct sense of dread that I couldn't concisely explain. Maybe it was the fact that it seemed like Kath, Ruth, and Tommy were always in, some form or way, disconnected from one another. Maybe it was the fact that I could tell that this book wouldn't have some insane feel-good, devastating reveal. Maybe because having the outside perspective of a group of people raised explicitly for organ harvesting made me extremely depressed. Reading this was like crying without tears; it is nice that there's no mess and it's probably less humiliating, but I am still crying.