I had relly high hopes of this book being at least ok - given the premise being intriguing - but I was quite disappointed. VERY flat characters, the "twists" were very easy to figure out, right from the very beginning. It was shallow and pretty pointless in general. (I know that this is only the first book of a series, but there's no way I'd read the rest. From love triangles to "beautiful boys falling for the same, ordinary girl", all tropes that we have already encountered far too many times were in this book.) I only finished it, because I'm on a quest to find YA books I actually enjoy. I don't want to give up on the genre in general. So, I kept the hope until the very last page that this one would surprise me, or something. It did not.
This was my second round with the Bell Jar, and I really wanted to love it, but couldn't. It's a good book, but not extraordinary. I'm a big fan of Sylvia Plath's poetry and based on that being extraordinary, the Bell Jar - I think - proves that she was first and foremost a poet. (But an incredible one).
I've gotten stuck in this mental fog, and it's always him. The only reason why I didn't give this book five stars is because the top from him has been The Remains of the Day (so far).
Ishiguro's characters are always wandering a maze of thoughts and memories. It's a heavy world that still only rarely draws tears. I love depth that does not try to break my heaart for an effect. Ishiguro is quite frankly and acrobat of life.