This is an excellent book. A beautiful meditation on youth, aging, loss, grief, inevitability, love, friendship, memory, and much more beside, Ishiguro handles his topics, as in The Remains of the Day, with a deftness born of things half-said, or not quite said, or not quite heard, resulting in a book which deserves to be read alongside other perfect snapshots of youth and childhood and aging, such as The Go-Between, The Pursuit of Love, O Caledonia, and The Bell Jar.

Read it, think about life, think about death, and read it again: Ishiguro is a master.