Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro
F R I D A Y F A V O U R I T E
There have been a lot of highlights stemming from setting up this bookstagram account with Chaya — if I listed them all, this caption would potentially be endless. But if I am being purely selfish here, a personal highlight has to be discovering a new favourite book and, in fact, a new favourite author, at the ripe old age of 35. Having received a copy of Klara and the Sun a couple of months ago and literally being blow away by it, I remember thinking I needed to read some more of Ishiguro’s work. A friend lent me her copy of Never Let Me Go which was mentioned in a lot of the Klara reviews and I honestly — forgive my cheesiness — found it utterly inspirational. This book will haunt me forever; it’s so sad but oddly hopeful, so bleak but so transportive, so subtly written but so powerful. Kathy, Ruth and Tommy felt as real to me as my closest friends. Their story is all of our story because it is the story of life itself. Given that this copy pictured didn’t belong to me and given that I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I did something I’ve only done once before — I bought it my own — with a stunning new cover. Because sometimes, even if you’ve read it once, you know you’ll need it always!
P.S. Oh and I got my nails done!