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wormsinmysalad 's review for:
The Buried Giant
by Kazuo Ishiguro
This one tugged at my heart and left a lump in my throat. Ultimately, where is the balance between forgetting so as to move forward and remembering to remain present? And how do we carry our guilty burdens? Will they weigh us down and prevent us from thinking ourselves worthy of love, or will they keep is clinging desperately to others because we look for our own redemption? So much to think about here.