And after my mixed feelings about the other two books, I read Never let me go. One reviewer rightly described it as leaving a bruise on the mind. Astonishingly visceral for all the simplicity of its premise, with scenes and conversations – like the one of the title – playing out in horror, and characters that live and are yet stylised, like tiny moths in a netting. It’s been a long time since I have read a book that felt so like a shadow over one. I am not sure I’ll read it again.
This reviewer describes what I felt as I read it.